The Deceiver

Squiggles opened his eyes in a sunlit grove
one that certainly wasn't his own.
Hungover and nauseus, slinking and cautious,
he slipped through the branches toward home.

T'was there that he saw
a Crow beckoning "Caw"
and he followed it then to its nest.
He crushed up the eggs and drank down the dregs,
to go southward, at the fowl request.

To the west was a mound, only dead to be found
so poor deceived Squiggles turned east.
To thundrous applause, many heads festooned walls
and thus Severn the Crow began his feast.

The Crow swooped down, saw the bodies strewn round
and the panting young Druid who'd sinned.
Thus He preened in His joy and spake "My dear boy,
you've been of much service to Me."

Then Squiggles laughed, as tears streamed down
and tore out some mortar and brick.
"I may be drunk and a snuggly, just a bit fugly
but do You really think me that thick?"

"I drank your poisoned egg, it's true"
Squiggles spat as he kicked at the stone
"But wouldn't You see that Lanos and the Ankyri
would have prepared me for someone like You?"

"I slew them all, but not for You.
I did it on my own.
Their docile and 'civilised' blood was spilt
to feed my brother's groves."

And over time the vines crept in
to choke the now sundered stone.
And Squiggles himself? For defying a God
he was blasted into a shrub.

But from that shrub's seeds, a garden grew.
And more groves sprang up,
and more people knew,
Of a strung-out snuggly who deceived the Crow,
who struck down a city,
just to make a garden grow.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Arios, in the year 266 MA.