The Grey Wizard

Grey lives in a cavern
somewhere in southern Virginia

a place of frozen beauty
a place of crystal sugar teeth strung from the roof
cool pools of clear silence

at lest that would be if there were any light

she put him here
buried his heart under Camelot

and besides
after the initial boredom. . .
the place kinda grew on him

the Dark Captain finds him there
knowing no real reverence for silent
the young man intrudes

“Rude
What can you want here?”

“Grandfather
I mean no disrespect
But I have need of your services”

“Impetuous pup, be gone”

“I have beer”

“?”

“Really good beer”

“Not that wretched grape piss?”

The silence is broken by the sound of long necks
opened with a proper opener
A fizz hiss
And a dry cough from a throat ages old

“Grandfather
I have much to discuss. . .”

“Give it a second son
Wouldn’t have something to eat?”

A plastic bag is ripped open

“Son! I love these. What are they?”

“Peanuts Grandfather
Peanuts”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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