Ode to Doshin

[Hastina Fleegin Lish]

This poem was printed and received Star Letter in Issue 21 of NGamer, February. I don't know why or how.

Ode to Doshin


A goldenrod statue appears at dawn.
Seawater slithers across him, embracing him.
Drawing to full height,

Bring on Barudo.

Joints creak like rust.
The knees are fixed.
A face is stuck.

What is this intruder?
Not Crimson. Nor Prussian. Or Lime.
Even Sand does not measure up,

Not against Doshin.

Clay heads turn in anticipation.
Their houses are watching.
In front of their somewhat-small eyes,

The giant turns red.

The Northern Town rejoices.
The Island Town despairs.
Others wait their never-turn,

But none foresee this.

With sudden vigour, his hands ignite.
Incandescent fireballs slice the air.
Smoke trails dissipate.
Heads are amflame, bodies in anarchy.
Houses crumble, monuments collapse, in the flower's vain.

An almighty crash and the earth is no more.
Volcano, Rain, Earthquake, Fire, Tornado, Soft! Pale!
Jashin has come.


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I could be persuaded to post my other "works".