Cathedral of Dreams Excerpt #2
The drum, vacant.
The man stands tall over his workplace
hammer in hand.
The pixie taunts his work,
dancing among the Finsler space.
Shadows alight the forge.
He pounds his hammer
Black silk-like hair covers his anvil,
a repugnant body bubbles with boils.
He mutters insults to the dancing pixie,
he needs to concentrate.
The pixie laughs,
viewing the horrid still creature on the table.
A pile of discarded meat and bone.
She watches him obsess.
He's haunted by its imperfections,
its hair doesn't smell the same,
its skin not as soft,
its eyes a muddy brown where there should be a beautiful blue.
The hammer is laid to rest,
its beating replaced with something more organic.
The man, through teary eyes, shifts his smile to a haunted frown.
Her eyes flutter open.
And suddenly,
the beat is thumping
the drum is playing.
A preternatural life stares up at him.
But it's wrong.
He must try again.
He raises his chisel, and with a single shriek of unintelligible noise
the beat returns to silence.
"Again" The man hisses,
piling the corpse with the failures.
He starts forging anew.
The pixie continues laughing.
