Envy – A limerick

I see the way you covet the throne
Take Mjolnir for your own
But Thor’s the heir
To Odin’s chair
Loki, your envy leaves you standing alone

In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge.

Prey

Every night I drift to sleep
As darkness makes me blind
And yet my vision attenuates
With my sharply focused mind

I travel over a thousand miles
To a hostile, forbidding land
The witching hours drag so slowly
Moon lights the evil plan

The hungry mouths, the feral eyes
So dreadful is their gaze
Circle round with deadly purpose
Muscles tighten and I brace

They are confident that I am caught
But I’ve yet to meet my end
With guile and cunning, I make my move
On this my life depends

When I have dodged and feinted
I smell their fetid breath
As I flee into the forest
I escape those jaws of death

It’s only upon awakening
Chilled, yet dripping wet
That I realize the nightmare beasts
Haven’t killed me yet

All the pretty words rattle and quiver
They shake the walls
They make you shiver

Bless the words and damn the silence
Bless the inkwell
Damn the blankness

The words are dark, infinite, endless
You choose the words
You choose to be friendless

To shrink from the touch of another human
Embrace the solitude
Embrace your own ruin

The words form a precipice on which you hover
The chasm is yawning
Seductive as a lover

For to lose those words is worse than death
A writer would write
Than save his last breath