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"REMEMBER LAST NIGHT." A short story.
November 11, 2014
A darkened night full of music and sin,
I staggered hard as I left The Inn.
‘Be on your way you sorry man,’
said the Innkeepers wife not a fan.
‘Keep your ale and all you’ve got.’
‘Don’t come back you drunken sot.’
Hands on hips my sight despised,
she gave a look raised her eyes.
‘You want a dance you sad old hag?’
She threw a pot raised her flag.
‘Be on your way Tommy Bliss,
you don’t frighten me when you’re pissed.’
I shrugged and lurched went on my way,
when sober fight another day.
‘Keep your ale and all your kind,
sober judgement in your mind.’
‘Where’s your wife she shouted loud,
go home to your babies avoid the crowd.
I’ll call her tell her you’re at it again,
maybe not,’ as she saw my pain.
I went on my way around the lanes,
bowed my head fought the rain.
And then they came and then they struck,
from behind tall trees and shredded muck.
From out the clouds came storming down,
Demons and creatures all around.
One struck fast upon my back,
hissed in my ear his night attack.
‘Come down with us Tommy my lad,
to a party place always bad.
Sign our rubric sell your soul
and fun will be your only goal.
And how we went I cannot say,
down and under night and day.
Lit by fires the bowels below,
where tortured souls will surely go.
He forced my head up made me watch,
at all the creatures souls debauched.
Naked ladies danced and swayed,
muscled men their parts displayed.
And then I saw blood on their feet,
their soles all melting in the heat.
And I heard their shrieks of pain,
their feet all healed begins again.
And still they danced forwards and back,
and demons hissed and made attack.
With claws stuck in begin a flood,
of tortured flowing copper blood.
Then by magic clothed again,
demons gone no more pain.
Shimmering gowns silver glass,
suited gentlemen proud and fast.
‘This is the life hissed my demon,
wine and song ladies a stealing.
Can be yours, for all time,
just sign this rubric parch of mine.
‘What am I signing for on your roll?’
‘Only your scraggy immortal soul.
No more worries in your head,
this can be your life instead.’
‘I need to think pause a while.’
‘Okay,’ he said with ghastly smile.
‘Rest for a bit here in the wild,
talk a while with your inner child.
I closed my eyes quick fell asleep,
visited my dreams just a peep.
Don’t like what I see there never mind,
never happiness never kind.
And there a boy with dirty knees,
looking up parents to please.
Noting hard their stony stare,
no comfort or deep love there.
‘Don’t you cry boy don’t you dare,
and pull your socks up while you’re there.
You bring shame get on your knees,
shame to our great family.’
And then they strike, punch and swipe,
and then they hit with belt alight.
‘Get on your way go to school,
lie for us you silly fool.’
How’d you get that lump on head?’
hands on hips the teacher said.
‘Don’t know sir’ my reply,
punch on arm his reply.
‘Do your work discipline yourself,
if you know what’s good for health.’
Eleven years old lost my might,
that’s when I decide to fight.
And hide the pain deep inside,
and fight and fight build my pride.
And even when that pride was built,
ne’r a bully never guilt.
Fight and hunt for the down trodden,
justice mine never forgotten.
Fight the bullies fight the fools,
teachers in those far off schools.
And so I go to desert war,
know just what I’m fighting for.
Boiling heat in far off lands,
lives of others in my hands.
Hearts and minds they say to us,
try that when you’re in the dust.
With shells and mortars telling you,
we have your name what to do.
We laugh and show no mortal fear,
fighting on through the years.
Medic, medic goes the cry,
flowers of youth bloom and die.
Then back to home and family,
still the voices scream at me.
In my mind and round about,
what’er I do can’t get them out.
Sweats in sleep awake the night,
toss and turn the wife takes fright.
See a threat behind the door,
end up crumpled on the floor.
Not scared of bad men and their like,
bogey men can all take flight.
It’s fear itself that terrifies,
long suppressed minds fireflies,
And so I drink the booze I take,
down the Inn beside the lake.
Friends walk away in despair,
look back sad say a prayer.
The Demon pokes me brings me back,
hisses, ‘now Tom back on track.
Sign your soul o’r to me,
we all become one family.
‘I won’t I can’t I’ve seen your sights,
the bleeding feet and other frights.
You’ll trick me beat me cause me strife,
I need to go back love my wife.
The Demon screeched flew in the air,
summoned obscenities from their lairs.
Covens opened creatures took flight,
I stood one last time, one last fight.
I summoned the tears and fears in me,
cast them aside at last I’m free.
Free to fight one last time,
time to draw one final line.
And so I drew it line and sword,
time to fight the demon hoard.
And on they came on the fears,
I summoned all my fight of years.
The screechers came first of all,
wailing mouths and ten feet tall.
Legions of dead and the damned,
marching tall hand in hand,
Green winged females with weeping eyes,
swaying simpering hate filled sighs.
Two legged bulls sores on backs.
Demons rode them led the attack.
And all those naked women and men,
truth revealed in the bullpen.
Poison arrows darkened the sky,
from blood red zombies who let fly.
And still they came the deadly hoards,
blood sucking harlots and vampire lords.
Sirens, skinwalkers and wraiths a screaming,
Werewolves and ghouls their weapons gleaming.
And the demon lord summoned his kind,
through the years played through our minds.
Belphegor destroyer of marriage,
Pontianak dead babies in carriage.
Lady Midday beheads with scythe,
Agares stops you running alive.?
How do I know the names so true
because they all live inside me and you.
Furfur came the Count of Hell,
and Hecate Queen of Witches welled.
Murmur, Mictain Gods of hell,
Jezebeth with her falsehoods sell.
Into minds they ferment doubt,
but remember this as you shout.
They all fear hell where I fight,
to go above they have no right.
Hell is their own special place,
they fear most loves warm embrace.
‘I choose not to stay,’ I shouted loud,
threw love and salt into hells crowd.
They writhed and screamed painful wails,
pus erupted from their tails.
Skin ripped they shed tears of bile,
their bones formed an unearthly pile.
My demon hissed tried to flee,
I smote his head set him free.
Whirled about with sword on high,
lifted him up into the sky.
Fight the demons fight them all,
with sword and love no need to fall.
Then fall I did back into dreams,
awoke beside the Inns small stream,
A gentle touch upon my brow,
the Innkeepers daughter my soother now.
‘Go home Tommy love,’ she said,
gather your family in your bed.
‘You’ve seen too much there’s your answer,
home and hearth loves no chancer.’
‘I’m weary now,’ I said, ‘can’t fight,
not one more army one more night.
The wars have got the best of me
all I need my brain set free.’
She said, ‘talk and tell about your fight,
deal it out will set you right.
Move the thoughts out of your brain,
that’s how you deal with your pain.
Don’t worry ‘bout labels all is clear,
talk to those who you hold dear.
They’ll understand give you love,
help from on high up above.’
‘But my demons how,’ I cried,
do I get them out from my inside?’
‘I saw them leave beside the lake,
as you poor Tommy came awake.
Slinking off into the dawn,
evil thoughts your own minds spawn.
I staggered slowly to my feet,
thanked the lady her words so sweet.
Walked away along the track,
turned, saw angel’s wings upon her back.
‘Who are you?’ I quietly asked,
‘have you been near this night past.’
Saw her smile heard silver laughter,
‘I’m just the innkeepers only daughter.’
The years fell from her I don’t know why,
then she flew up in the sky.
‘Take care Tommy always faithful,
everyone has a guardian angel.
Remember me in your black times,
call my name sing my rhymes.’
‘What’s your name?’ I shouted up,
‘please tell me don’t make it up.’
‘Rapnar she said and flew,
it means the right path, faith renew.’
She disappeared into shimmering clouds,
I bent my head took my vow.
No more war and tears for me,
my guardian angel set me free.
Back to home back to love,
the light winked out up above.
And as I sat upon my bed,
rested down my weary head.
Closed my eyes to dawns pale light,
thought no more of war and fight.
I heard the sweetest words to me,
voices from my family.
‘Rest my love,’ said my wife,
‘no more war no more strife.’
Then my young ones all joined in,
twinkling voices began to sing.
‘Take care say your prayers.’
‘Night night sleep tight.’
‘Night night turn out the light.’
‘Night night my bonny lad.’
‘Night night my own Dad.’
‘Night night beautiful girls.’
‘Night night Dad our Earl.’
‘Night night gorgeous wife.’
‘Night night love of my life.’
forget me not
forget us not