Of My Own Flesh

  • It was a pleasure writing for many years, inspired by the visual prompts at both “Magpie Tales” and “Writer’s Island”. Both are gone now several years. I am thrilled to have now found Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry! This is my first, of what will be regular responses to her wonderful weekly visuals.

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    Of My Own Flesh

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    as I cautiously round the bend
    and pass beyond the icy knoll
    I catch my first sight of it
    the cursed final destination
    of my long treacherous journey
    the castle of Zwénne the Lesser
    once my home, now foreign to me

    this castle is most ominous
    since becoming Overlord of the Realm
    Zwénne has rejected our father’s example
    no celebration resounds the greatrooms
    no joy warms the hallways, or towers
    this long proud and mighty old structure
    now a soulless abode of dark magic

    it has become cold and foreboding
    and rumored most dangerous
    even deadly for those that dare enter
    but I know they are not just rumors
    there is undoubtedly a murderous evil
    that dwells within its walls
    undead and otherworldly evil

    since conjuring the spirit
    of Döxys, the blood beast
    and having been thus possessed
    Zwénne has become bloodthirsty
    mindlessly violent and cruel
    now a ruthless predator
    whom I have come to slay

    would that this task were not mine
    but I have been charged herewith
    by the supreme council of wizards
    Zwénne is my fallen elder brother
    and by decree, under this 3rd moon
    in the presence of his perverse court
    by my hand alone, he must die

    no turning back now, this must be done
    and I must do it, but I am terrified
    I hesitate at the heavy castle door
    attempting to gain much needed composure
    I slow my heartbeat, steady my breathing
    I lift the iron latch, the lock clicks
    the massive door unseats inwardly

    this is it, fate has dealt the cards
    I am both prisoner and executioner
    trapped hopelessly in this horrible plot
    I search my soul to find the courage
    to take the life of my own flesh & blood
    I swing the door open ever so gradually
    eyes darting, mind racing, heart pounding

    I step in…

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    rob kistner © 2019

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  • 18 thoughts on “Of My Own Flesh”

      1. Thank you so much Hélène, I love writing to visual prompts because it allows such freedom to simply write, putting the imagination in high gear – and going for it! I will become a regular participant, especially on the surreal fantasy sci-fi type images. So glad I found you. I hav3 missed “Magpie Tales” and “Writer’s Island”. Thank you for Willow Poetry! 🙂

      1. Thank you Willow. What happened next is what ever your imagination tells you happened next. Did he kill his older brother, or did his older brother kill him? You tell me… 🙂

    1. Always a tricky wicked when evil overtakes good and has to be sent back from whence it spawned.
      Nicely done….

      (by the way not sure why your site comes up as not secure you might want to check that…)

      1. Hi Jules. Thank you for the compliment! Don’t know why you got a not secure message? I have been publishing this site for over a decade. Between my published pieces and unpublished drafts, I have nearly two thousand posts. When adding in art, designs, and comments I have over 9,700 – have never had a single problem. I also do not allow posts or comments until I have verified the source, and I have a fully functioning, up-to-date Akismet spam filter. You won’t have any issues on my site Jules.

      1. The stepping across of the threshold set’s off a cosmic chain reaction, the outcome of which is known to the true believers- and each will be differ3nt depending of the clarity of intention and purity of heart! Thank you Kerfe for recognizing such my brother!!

    2. This is excellent! You build up the tension so well with each stanza drawing us closer and closer to that threshold, building to a crescendo. In my ending, our hero is somehow able to free his brother from the evilness. There is a bittersweet reconciliation before the brother succumbs to his wounds. “Your love and compassion has set me free. Thank you, my brother.” – Fin. Great write for Hélène’s prompt!

      1. That’s a perfectly good ending Irma, bravo! Another possible ending is, the traveler is trapped in a temporal loop, placed there by a spell cast by his evil brother. Every time he steps in to the castle, he finds himself back outside, coming around the icy knoll, and seeing the castle in the distance. There can be as many endings as there are people to imagine them… 🙂

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