The Litigator
Gnarled and twisted, gangly, forlorn,
the mirror encompasses the product of scorn.
A large withered beast, the scourge of the earth,
stands in view of himself without mirth.
Heavy of heart he's been forced into exile,
once a renowned litigator of beguile.
Seduced, himself, by the warder of threes,
he now resides in amongst a copse trees.
For thrice he was cursed as the deception bearer,
for knowingly thieving from the ruby carer.
And lied in abundance did this litigator,
but deception does stain; evident to the weaver.
The souls meter is tarnished and you cannot hide,
from the prophecy that we cannot confide.
Yet the theft was apparent and cause metered out,
so thrice he was cursed, as there was no doubt.
The weaver herself, set the challenge three folden,
and removed the gentry from the place he beholden.
To live the life with insatiable hunger,
as he took from the carer all that he could sunder.
But the hunger does not slake, and he must transform,
in the nights luminosity his physical shape takes form.
Nails, bleed through the tips of his fingers,
he screams through the agony but the pain still lingers.
Arching his back as his skeletal impression shifts,
to transform this man into the nights hungry glimpse,
A savage rendition of a once man,
reclaims the stance of some unseelie brand.
He searches the forest for fodder to sustain
as taking a life; in this form he will remain.
The double curse now has been explained,
yet the third has a loophole carefully ingrained.
Thirteen moons he must refrain from live flesh,
and bring to the carer all she requests.
Not one drop of blood must he spill in this time,
or the punishment will be eternal for his crime.
For to beguile the enchanters with a fraudulent smile,
the price exacted is not worthwhile.
Yet redemption is held in their greatest esteem,
and the litigator apparent, knows the clause it would seem.
In the polished silver disk, he considers his reflection,
and takes a deep breath of introspection.
He moves through the night, devouring old carcasses,
and comes to the Ruby and does all she asks'.
Copyright © Lifes' Tapestry | Year Posted 2018
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