Fictional Poem Quotes

“Seven days and seven nights; Isendjan! Isendjan!
Seven ways to make it right; Isendjan! Isendjan!
Pray and Pilgrimage and Rest, all of these a small request.
Keep your shoes beneath your bed.
Rejoice! But do not cover your head,
Else will Babaroga hap
To snatch your boots and bald your cap!
Beware, beware, the Witch of Old.
Forget not what has been foretold of
Isendjan! Isendjan! Seven nights and seven days of
Isendjan! Isendjan! The Mirror, the Hag, away aways!”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon

“The Witch of the Crater dove in and survived.
The Witch of the Badlands bade mountains her hive.
Devourer, Deceiver, Destroyer in one.
No soul made it past her defenses alive.
Where sand turns to craggy rock, turn back and run.
Of body and blood, the Devourer leaves none.”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon

“Deep in the desert, o’er painted rock hill,
Once was an ocean aplenty until
The Devourer emerged, the water was scourged.
What should never have emptied nevermore would fill.

Deep in the desert, ‘neath painted rock hill,
The thwarted one waits for the levee to fill.
The witch drank it dries, the crow stole her eyes, so she usurped its body and took to the skies.

Deep in the desert o’er painted rock hill,
The crow hag thirsts when the stormclouds refill.
The crow drinks them dry, the hag tarries by, but not a drop descends from the grey desert sky.

Deep in the desert ‘neath painted rock hill,
The crow plots its descent into the anthill.
The ants–unawares–have forgotten their prayers.
The Devourer remembers and hungers still.”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon