Something New

I came up with the idea for a series of poems from different personas, all of which link together into a storyline (a little like a concept album, except with poetry)

This is the first.

Jack Tolk:

This town smells like ashes and shit/littered with miners and soot/black smoke burning my eyes/while the rest of my senses follow suit.

From my perch over the settlement/the high dusty cliff, a ruined outpost/abandoned but for the marching spirits/alive save the pall of ruinous riposte.

The lanterns below twinkle like stars in the sky/occasionally stealing ‘cross the night/before consumed by the stolid houses/an instant before vanishing light.

A shadow slips from a ribald alehouse/tied to the door with a leash of light and sound/drowning out slowly behind him/before disappearing at the bark of a hound.

A strange scent fills my muzzle and/sets my fur a-quiver, erect despite the breeze./growling, I shoot around and bare my fangs/but find nothing, empty air and ruins at ease.

This place accepts me no longer, I think./It pushes me away, touches me with fear/It matters not- a meal awaits./Bounding into the darkness I go.

“Ready or not, here I come.”