I remember the nights,
when either of my
parents had to stoke the fire,
after feeding the fire eating
creature.
A huge monstrosity of burning
hell.
A monster, living in basement
quarters,
used to frighten the
chill,
that permeated our fortress.
Mindful, I didn't
disturb the serenity,
of the evil fire eating
dragon,
that lived beneath the floors,
less it would gobble me
in it's hungry mouth,
to burn for
all eternity as it savored my limbs,
with each heated breath
it took.
A mouth ablazed,
with red hot fire.
feeding upon black
graphite like hardened material,
that the dutiful supplied,
for it's salvation.
Servile subjects,
seeking only the attributes,
as payment for their loyalty.
An old red truck,
with weather -beaten wooden
sides,
groaning with age, delivering
the black diamonds it fed
upon.
Kept inside,
old burlap bags, set free
to,
thunderously
run down an old tin chute,
to a bin that stored it's
nourishment.
I would clasp hands over
my ears,
fearful of this reverberated
sound,
that attacked my juvenility.
Into this pantry that housed
our salvation,
where these black stones
were stored,
to its hungry mouth.
Only paying homage,
to those who satiate.
Rewarding only if appeased.
One large grate,
centered between rooms.
striving,
to soothe the harshness,
of the winter's,
fridget cold,
that knock at it's doors,
begging for admittance.
As the house of my youth,
begged for mercy from
the chilling winds that
threatened,
to control.
Standing upon the
huge opened vent,
watching my skirt swirl,
warming the thighs
of my youth,
that shivered as the heat
tenderly caressed.
This monster with the hungry
mouth,
with eyes of red hot that,
could be so kind yet,
so fiercely demanding....
Copyright © 1998 By Katie~
