Mirror, mirror

On the wall,

Who is the scariest,

Of them all?

Who will face the furthest fall?

The Spider God

So, after a fantastical adventure down a different, if somewhat familiar, trouser leg of time, I am pleased to say that my good friend The Green Flare has returned. Enigmatic as always the tale I was told of the strange time that befell them will thrill me for days to come!

I celebration of their return the Green Flare has written the entry for today.

SPIDER GOD

Godhead sat in dingy lair.

Uncomfortable on a liars chair,

Flicking poison everywhere.

Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.

All it saw in others good,

It spat upon; just like it would.

It's web of insecurities

Brought all before it to their knees.

Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,

Tainting air within their lungs.

It turned the world upon its head

And messed with it till it was dead.

And then it sat and moped and cried,

Regretting those it'd caused to die.   

"I'll resurrect you, make you shine

Just how I'd like, so you'll be mine.

Think like me. 

Dance for me.

Do everything, 

Do all for me.

And then I'll let you breathe, you'll see."

Poison all who come within,

Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.

Let your silent signal traps begin,

And beckon other spiders in.

Dark spider god its flock dispersed,

Must seek new flies to do its worst.

But I with truthful, shining pin

Can pierce its bloated abdomen.

Stir the ichor, acidic brew.

And curse it roundly for all its done to you.

Wickedy Witch

She sewed a stitch that raggedy witch

A snick-snicky stitch from a wickedy witch

With fingers ridged from hours of toil

So hard such work, so sad to spoil.

The child, she’d tied, removed her eyes:

(If only she had learnt to lie

When brothers asked her if she knew

Where witches lived, or what they did

To a child with such eyes of blue.)

A twist, a turn, a needle snip

The spell it grew and grew

‘Til all at once the scissors snapped

And the thread and knots held true

She smiled a smile that wickedy witch

That boiled the brothers blood

Who left their sister there, alone

And fled, their yellow blood! That curdled

As they ran and ran

To chase the sight away

Of sister left as marionette

For a wicked witch to play.

Sapphire and Steel

I had forgotten all about this surreal series until I woke up this morning after dreaming I was inside the very episode that the trailer below is highlighting. It used to scare and delight me in equal measure. A bit like life in general now!!