Cancellated Accursements

Banul had a knack for annoying others, thanks to a fractious face – a smile guised as a grimace, a grimace guised as a scowl, a mouth left ajar when it should’ve been shut, full of wrongful words And Kashy and Est’bel and Tur’int and Lorenth, each equally annoyed, vowed to lay him low, and lit black candles in uneven rows They knew each other not, and worked their spells in separate lairs, unbeknownst, unleashing bucket-loads of badness upon Banul’s greasy, unkempt head But the bad tidal tidings of the witchly wave overwhelmed the helm and washed away, as the deluge dampened down, drowning out itself, canceling the curses, as wrathful wraiths and spiteful spirits collided in mid-aether, and the imps imploded as the nags scolded, and the bad vibes didn’t jibe, vexing the hexing and refluxing the refractions of the worrisome wavelengths, weakening the wreaking wrathful bath And the exoskeletal ectoplasm of the shucked-off shades created cast-off cloaks cleansed of cursory conjurations And Banul slipped into these garnished garments, warding off the chill, and found uses for his bruises, spawning scar tissue tough as the leather armor owned by warriors of yore And the bay leaves he bought at the grocery store and scattered around his house maybe helped a little And Banul survived somehow and soldiered on – there by the grace – and vowed to keep a straighter face