Page Eleven

Perturbed, Disturbed, and Unnerved,

The Tea Arrien served,

Confessing to know,

The mischievous mind of Monstur,

Could not be curbed.

His shrug proved no tug,

On the heartstrings of Monstur,

Change the choices chosen,

by Monstur the Imp-yore.

It was the feathery fate,

The boy was sure to endure.

Arrien spoke, and what was heard,

Monstur was a weapon,

deception was a Bird.

Monstur is a Davinne,

A compass to you,

You are the Hotumn:

Enforcer of Truth.

Davinne's will traverses

What makes space in time.

To find the Hotumn,

Bringing reason to rhyme.

... If he so chose,

came a thought out of prose.

The boy had a stare.

Most frightening a glare,

Directed at the bird which seemed not to care.

One would not dare

Tear

Through their

Emotions a flare.

Sparks jumped twixt the Pair

A refusal of destiny's share.

Make sense of this absurd bird

In the next twenty heard words

Said the boy, done with games.

How do you know I'm the target of your Aim?

Monstur will show you the way. The world needs you now. Your eyes are proof... and because your not dead.

The boy's glare came to gaze,

to his palms in amaze.

Uttering "I am just Kollin"

Thinking (What can one lost boy save?)

"You are the dece-"

Arrien had begun

Just as Monstur closed his beak

Forcing the conversation to be done.

"Don't you dare!" Arrien pleaded

But for Monstur, nothing more was needed

"TRUST NO ONE!"

Were the final words of a phantom,

Reduced to a gulped glob

Down the hatch,

of Monstur and Kollin on the Job.