Another Magpie Tale
Prompt set by Tess MAG227
Some dude with a cat around 1850s
Tintype provided by Tess Kincade, Magpie Tales
We sense a coming nightmare; a holocaust.
This cloned nonet recoils in unison.
All nine predict blood and imminent danger.
All nine stand resolute together,
unified by razor sharp sixth senses.
All nine know within their souls,
. . . . this is not a place we want to be.
Nine lives think as one and cannot all be wrong;
for we are unanimous in fear, that rarest of perceptions,
which speaks and warns that something is far amiss.
A man like you, who cannot face the light,
is dark by nature and is no friend of mine.
I can see it all, etched deep within in your soul;
. . . . unbridled, abounding cruelty!
My mind shows an image of self preservation.
My tail is up and my back is arched,
and I sound a feline warning to you.
Back off - I do not trust your face!
I do not like you!
You scare me!
. . . and I cannot stay in this darkness.
All my senses rebel, as if you are anti-matter.
I panic as I scratch and claw my way to freedom.
I cannot remain with you, for you are pure evil,
and I know if I stayed even a heartbeat in time
. . . . . . you would kill or harm me.
You must remain here alone,
framed in time and space for eternity.
And in due season I must die,
one by one with my other lives.
. . . . or fail, and become an everlasting tormented hologram.
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I had to think long and hard about this one to find an idea and a starting point.
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