In The Demon's Head #189: What Once Was...
May 23, 2014
It's Friday and that means that not only is Memorial Day weekend right around the corner, that means it's also time for part three of this brand new series. I think the title of this final piece really sums up the entire series so the title will be known as "What Once Was..." Without further ado, I present to you, part three.
May 23, 2014
It's Friday and that means that not only is Memorial Day weekend right around the corner, that means it's also time for part three of this brand new series. I think the title of this final piece really sums up the entire series so the title will be known as "What Once Was..." Without further ado, I present to you, part three.
What Once Was...
I stood and waited for what felt like a century,
I waited all in hopes that one of these people,
If there were any people left,
Could help me get back home,
Finally the door opened,
But no one was behind it
So I pushed it the rest of the way,
Going inside,
And calling it as I go,
But there is no answer,
I walk slowly,
The dim room gives me no comfort,
And finally,
I find my way into what looks like a foyer,
Around a table,
A group of men sat,
Playing cards,
With bandanas over their faces,
As I walk in,
There is no movement,
No notice,
To them I don't exist,
And in this world,
I may not,
I walk up and take a seat,
And then one of them looks at me,
"Can we help you?"
I'm taken aback by the question,
"Actually, I'm not from here."
"We know,"
"How?"
"If you were, you would've been in this room already. What you see before you,
That's all that's left."
"What happened?"
"The bombs came,
We weren't prepared,
They called it diplomatic action,
But we know better,
Regardless of the action,
You look at the outcome,
What you saw if I had to guess,
Was a rift that was created between our worlds,
And yours when they destroyed everything they could."
I sat in shock for a moment,
This had to be a dream,
But I knew better,
"Is there any way to get back to my world?"
They looked around at each other,
Not saying anything,
Then they slowly shook their head,
"There's no way back to that side."
With that they turned back to their game,
I peered at the table,
Wanting to do something,
But nothing came to mind,
"We understand,
There's a lot to process there,
If you'd like,
We can offer you a place to sleep,
There may be a way to help you,
But we can't make promises,
It all depends on what He says."
"Who?"
"The Overseer."
I stood looking at them,
"But you said all..."
"I know what was said,
But sometimes things need hidden,
Until you know the truth."
I nodded thinking the idea wasn't bad,
"We'll talk to the overseer,
And then we'll come back for you."
I turned,
And the cot was already made,
I laid down,
As they went back to their card game.
I drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
(To Be Continued...)
About The Piece
"What Once Was..." was originally set to be the conclusion of a trilogy that ended today. However, upon writing the last part I realized that while some ends were reached, there are a lot of unanswered questions. That means a lot more story to tell about this world, and it wouldn't be fair to leave you hanging while I moved onto another series of works. So Monday, I will be introducing the fourth part in this new epic poetry web.
Be sure to check out the Library to pick up any of the stories that are currently available. "Paper Dolls" should be available for Pre-order very soon with a tentative release date to follow. You can also join me on Social Media by picking your channel of choice by clicking here. Last but not least, be sure to sign up to the mailing list. You won't want to miss a bit of this continuing story.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
I stood and waited for what felt like a century,
I waited all in hopes that one of these people,
If there were any people left,
Could help me get back home,
Finally the door opened,
But no one was behind it
So I pushed it the rest of the way,
Going inside,
And calling it as I go,
But there is no answer,
I walk slowly,
The dim room gives me no comfort,
And finally,
I find my way into what looks like a foyer,
Around a table,
A group of men sat,
Playing cards,
With bandanas over their faces,
As I walk in,
There is no movement,
No notice,
To them I don't exist,
And in this world,
I may not,
I walk up and take a seat,
And then one of them looks at me,
"Can we help you?"
I'm taken aback by the question,
"Actually, I'm not from here."
"We know,"
"How?"
"If you were, you would've been in this room already. What you see before you,
That's all that's left."
"What happened?"
"The bombs came,
We weren't prepared,
They called it diplomatic action,
But we know better,
Regardless of the action,
You look at the outcome,
What you saw if I had to guess,
Was a rift that was created between our worlds,
And yours when they destroyed everything they could."
I sat in shock for a moment,
This had to be a dream,
But I knew better,
"Is there any way to get back to my world?"
They looked around at each other,
Not saying anything,
Then they slowly shook their head,
"There's no way back to that side."
With that they turned back to their game,
I peered at the table,
Wanting to do something,
But nothing came to mind,
"We understand,
There's a lot to process there,
If you'd like,
We can offer you a place to sleep,
There may be a way to help you,
But we can't make promises,
It all depends on what He says."
"Who?"
"The Overseer."
I stood looking at them,
"But you said all..."
"I know what was said,
But sometimes things need hidden,
Until you know the truth."
I nodded thinking the idea wasn't bad,
"We'll talk to the overseer,
And then we'll come back for you."
I turned,
And the cot was already made,
I laid down,
As they went back to their card game.
I drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
(To Be Continued...)
About The Piece
"What Once Was..." was originally set to be the conclusion of a trilogy that ended today. However, upon writing the last part I realized that while some ends were reached, there are a lot of unanswered questions. That means a lot more story to tell about this world, and it wouldn't be fair to leave you hanging while I moved onto another series of works. So Monday, I will be introducing the fourth part in this new epic poetry web.
Be sure to check out the Library to pick up any of the stories that are currently available. "Paper Dolls" should be available for Pre-order very soon with a tentative release date to follow. You can also join me on Social Media by picking your channel of choice by clicking here. Last but not least, be sure to sign up to the mailing list. You won't want to miss a bit of this continuing story.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.