Initially unable to completely evade
efforts by the authorities to dissuade him
from preventing the untimely demise
of the very same spirit that had saved him
from a harpy’s fate, slaying wishes, to instigate and confuse.
Unbreakable, invisible sword
underneath the fashionable armor he wore.
unsafe behind seemingly unbreachable walls,
shallow foundation i but sincerely poured,
wondering which of dull weapons to choose.
Magical recollections swim circles in the moat;
this ancient in name only castle, insistent,
thudding against the only way in, or out;
rams too gently battering to defy its resistance,
ethereal history held outstretched as reason.
Dark fairy tale demons tunnel under, then havoc wreak,
child fairy tale angels refuse to speak at all.
Wished for now; protection is needed.
cowed by no longer being regularly called,
imagination sailed north to avoid this bitter season.