'Llevon (Ikhnon VII)'' - A poem by John Eric Gulliksen


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LLEVON (Ikhnon VII)
a poem by John Eric Gulliksen

ON the fourth day thereafter Ikhnon,
possessed of a sore thirst,
laid himself down
to drink deeply of the crystal waters
of a nearby stream

Runes of fire appeared behind his eyes
and the voice of Molnir the Hammer again spake unto Ikhnon
and the words which it said were these:

-Woe be unto thee, O ikhnon!
Whither thou shalt go none mayest follow
(least of all I)
for thou hast dreank of the enchanted waters of Llevon
and accursed art thou!-

But Ikhnon, scoffing,
dashed Molnir the Hammer to the ground

And lo!
the earth did open itself up a greedy maw
beneath the feet of Ikhnon
and he sank helpless
into a putrefying jelly

Then with an animal scream
Ikhnon burst through a velvet curtain
to fall gasping
upon a mosaic of jewels

and his tormented brain envisioned Molnir the Hammer
swelling
obscenely bloated
grayly rising above him
poised to smash

Screaming again
Ikhnon clutched at the monstrous haft
but was slowly forced backward
downward
into a rotting toadstool

And as he sank he watched his arms
and the flesh sloghed from his bones
which cracked and dripped blood
marrow

And lo!
as pain burts within his eyes
the hammer melted and changed its shape
into that of a flower
decaying
whose stench did attract worms
which overwhelmed Ikhnon
devouring
causing kaleidoscopic flutterings of his senses

red
yellow
green
blue
orange
brown

black