Some More Pantoums

Anomaly: the rejected prologue

A fractured mind will see it clear:

Places we should not dare to tread;

And creatures that ought ne’er be seen,

Some living still and some long dead.

Places we should not dare to tread

The denizens both pure and ill,

Some living still and some long dead,

With wicked schemes yet to fulfil.

The denizens both pure and ill,

To catch a lost and lonely soul

With wicked schemes yet to fulfil.

Insanity their only goal.

To catch a lost and lonely soul,

To cast a deep, unholy fear,

Insanity their only goal:

A fractured mind will see it clear.

Anomaly: the rejected epilogue

And so, he looks out at the world,

The past forgotten, the future

Unknown yet not unknowable.

He takes his last uncertain breath.

The past forgotten, the future

To be written as he sees fit,

He takes his last uncertain breath

As he sets forth to a new dawn.

To be written as he sees fit:

His life, his eternal passion.

As he sets forth to a new dawn

To embrace again things once lost.

His life, his eternal passion,

His innocence, virginity;

To embrace again things once lost.

And so he looks out at the world.