Neil Higgins

Fluela And Litus (Act 4) Fluela

Fluela was born on a hill neath steep and primeval stone.
For he was to atone for years long past and muddled in ancients way.
Some say he had Norman blood,and thus was slightly mad.
Some say Saxon blood,and thus was he so bad.
Some say Welsh blood,in all its purist form.
Yet to angels weep and scorn,
this madman had been born.
No good would come of baptism fire as chalice had he to take.
For he was one little babe who forked the wayward rake.
His hell fire way and touch of weep,
do shake a man to sheet.
Woman too fall and scream beneath his quagmire feet.
Bluster and brimstone do speak his tongue as sward to slice off head.
Even at school he was a fool,
and was so easily led.
Yet attention came to the king and thus a monster was born.
Into the place of Litus too,
these two would axe and spawn.
For all in haste Fluela had killed a man and woman who sleep,
and thus were they in bed at peace,
after prayers they said to weep.
The couple were in dispute about land and boundary things.
Fluela had run them to the ground neath soil heaps demon rings. 
For the king had spies to witness all,
to sculk off with no peep.
Arrested soon to hangman's jiblet would be his course run deep.
Yet Fluela did find a passionate soul,
who'd plead his sordid case,
and king doth change his play his way,
with devious scheming haste.
So moulded was he and trained to be a servant of sovereign reign.
For longtime he would work and bled,
to be a lackey mule,
and future events would unravel quick,
to be the king's new fool.

                            Act 5

                 Smickles Revisited

The dust and choke doth furnish the cottage day as utter carnage did implode with vigers intent.
Twas late morning as the sunbeams shone piously,
as though afraid to enter or vent.
For sward of three did smite the path of madness gone insane.
Even the baying hounds were wolfing calls to  preside over all to maim
For smickles wounded by dog bite blood that poured from hand and legs.
His craftsmanship sent three to fled,
as others were banished instead.
Fluela himself had a shoulder nick so deep that anguish flirted gain.
Litus reacted with ruthless devotion and sliced at Smickles reign.
Beyond the pale of sanity grace, 
the devil's kitchen was feeding her face.
As primeval voices cheered them on,
like rogue dwarfs all gone.
Their dandy dance did implode so in with tables chairs and wine.
That candlesticks began to spit and fire side abandoned time.
Twas a fight to the death as gnashing jaws,
did lose their marbles so blind.
No more love of brotherhood saint as dog bit dog entwined.
As Smickles,Fluela and Litus did hack at bones now raw in pain and vice.
Their broken limbs and torn off clothes,
did tear with eerie splice.
As even their boots came loose and broke,
until no man had a pew.
With heads so blooded and wounds so deep,
their form did no more glue.
Smickles fell to the floor,
a sward blade pierced his heart.
For Smickles dream it was all over,
as he had split apart.
For Fluela and Litus their wounds so fetched that drained their strength and art.
For now the king would reward them well,his daughter not an acetous blart.
For Smickels had bed her wedding dress,
she suffered a calamity night.
Yet he would be packed into hounds insides,
with redemption out of site.

 

 

 

Comments5

  • L. B. Mek

    gonna have to go searching for the other acts tomorrow
    a wonderful read by itself, all the same
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    'Their dandy dance did implode
    so in with tables chairs and wine.
    That candlesticks began to spit
    and fire side abandoned time.
    Twas a fight to the death as gnashing jaws,
    did lose their marbles so blind.
    No more love of brotherhood saint
    as dog bit dog entwined.
    As Smickles,Fluela and Litus did hack
    at bones now raw in pain and vice.'

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read, Neil.
    Over my first cup of coffee and you at lunch.

  • Saxon Crow

    Another masterpiece Neil. Keep it going

  • Neil Higgins

    Thank you everyone.The Epilogue is the next and final piece.Have loved doing it,but my mind feels bamboozled and very tired.How author's complete 30,000 pages is masterful and so skilled.I would fail after page ten.
    An exercise I am proud of and a story I wanted to complete,but so glad I have reached the end.

  • aDarkerMind

    all good things end at some point Neil;
    you have a stronger mind than me.
    very well written.



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