Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes XII
Dom’s Augury
The ripples of fate, the flow of Dán,
forever through time, continue on and on.
The weavings and windings often show eyes tangle,
but my midnight blues focus upon the triangle.
Within Dominic’s, the impending injustice you can taste.
The fear and foreboding coat everything like paste.
Yet, before the future can tell all to be told,
this untimely event begins to unfold.
In the beat of a heart and catching us off guard,
not even I could anticipate this wild card.
So the best the retinue of Gwydion can do
is move a step too late and hope for good juju.
As Dominic recoils in surprise
From his almost certain demise,
He slips on some water,
Behind the counter,
And goes down hard on his Levi’s.
A column of stone, a shaft of fire
screams into the silence like a witch on a pyre.
As the foreseen moment passes, the fae emerge
from the four corners of dreams to purge this scourge.
From the back room, a charging bull riding thunder,
Salina’s might begins to rend the unseen asunder.
From amidst the racks of Cheetos and Nips,
Nick advances with that twisted smirk on his lips.
The ringing door bells signal Terry’s arrival.
His very presence almost assures our survival.
And from behind the counter, little Cyndi appears.
The needling eye that knows all of your fears.
Together the Chyldlings, with the cavalry en route
will seize victory today, there can be no doubt.
Yet, the fortunes of war always play a part,
always be thankful your beating Chyld’s heart.
And as the surface beckons, and this time slips away,
never forget, always remember what I saw…
Through war and disaster, darkness and dismay,
Through all of the horrors we encounter along the way,
There is always, YES ALWAYS, time for a Chyld to play.