Horrors
Igrog hates glass,
Hates how it shatters,
Hates the shards in his ass,
Hates it fraying his tatters,
And hates Ulmar for throwing the beaker.
Every day he has to deal with abuse
From an asexual, green mutant.
He has a nasty, red bruise
When he forgot to put away a blueprint.
Ulmar's temper is short much like him.
He has already lost an eye to the mad Creature,
No need to lose the other.
He can run away like a student from a scolding teacher.
Yet, he has no family to run to, not even a brother.
Still anything was better than being Ulmar's "assistant".
When Ulmar leaves to see Chaor, Igrog slips out
Like a misshapen shadow into the cracks.
There was a fleeting moment of doubt
But his one eye and bruises were glaring facts
Of why he should never "look" back.
UnderWorld City is not an attractive place.
He has known this even before he was abandon.
It wasn't hard to disappear without a trace,
Especially with alleys that are crawling with bandits.
Yet, he was able to safely make it to UnderWorld Coliseum.
Most had to pay to get a seat
Except for the small and invisible ones.
There was so much heat,
Was it from the bodies or bones?
The bones are scattered on the field.
Rothar is fighting, but Chaor isn't watching.
Ulmar told him that Chaor usually presides over matches.
A fire Creature is launching
A Flame Orb at Rothar, but the Minotaur catches
The puny ball of fire.
Fire against fire will not cause harm,
But the other Creature has solid eyes.
Rothar pulls back his arm,
Making a pitch full of lies.
The fire Creature raises its arms in defense.
Rothar crushes the fire and charges.
He crushes the Creature against him.
His horn goes into an eye, discharging
Blood from the optical limb.
Igrog cringes as the crowd roars with bloody pleasure.
He leaves before Rothar takes the other eye.
It reminds him of childhood and loss,
But Igrog would rather die
Than go back to the time before his boss.
He needs to get away from toxic UnderWorld City.
The Lava Pond was close by and devoid of life.
He used to go there on his rare breaks
Until the M'Arillion strife.
He expects to see a fiery lake
Or some mild eruptions.
It is bizarrely and unsettlingly quiet,
Even Magmon wasn't home.
The red and orange lava are now riots
Of blue and chilly plumes.
The Location has been tainted.
How will this place be cleaned up?
How does one clean lava?
Igrog scratches his hump
And yawns like he needs java.
At least he didn't have to clean this mess.
He sees Kopond coming from the east
With his usual orange-robed entourage.
They are a dragging a chained beast
Who steps are becoming dodgy.
Igrog focuses his one eye on the Creature.
It was no Creature, but a human!
He couldn't tell because of the wounds
And the peppering of blood like cumin
Carefully spread over some foods.
The human was naked too!
In their clothes that clung like armor,
Humans seem almost impervious
Even against Creature harmer
Or in the face of Chaor's furious
Roars that can crack Iron Pillar.
His dusky skin is alight with welts,
Claw marks, jagged bite-marks, and
Violent and violet bruises dealt
By a gargoyle with a brand.
So much blood, too much blood.
Blood was coming out of every orifice
Like he was injected with an experimental
Liquid by the careless, callousness
Of Ulmar without any phenol.
How was he not dead?
The human's hair caused Igrog's mind to click.
The flame-colored hair hides the desolation
Of eyes like they have been hammered against a Bick.
Is Kopond going to use the lake for immolation
Of the poor, bleeding human?
The human is a battered mosaic of
Obvious, bruising weakness,
The devastation of scorching love,
And learned meekness.
It is very odd to associate love with this massacre.
The human had known the brilliance of love
How else would one explain the heartache
In those distorted eyes that must've seen the trove
Of his lover's betrayal and heartbreak.
It almost makes Igrog want to save the boy.
Yet, he lacks the courage and Mugic to do so.
Instead, he remains a hidden bystander
And observes the maniacal go
Of Kopond's maliciousness and the candor
Of the human's torn body.
Kopond prods the human forward
Without a hint of aggression.
The human gazes toward
The lake before regressing
Back to his broken body.
The human steps into the lake,
But doesn't even let out a scream
As though the magma was snowflakes.
Perhaps, the human felt not a gleam
Of pain because of some injection?
The human's skin is on fire
But doesn't melt away
Like he doesn't acknowledge the pyre
Or even his own death day.
He disappears beneath the blue lava.
The Lava Pond's volcanoes quake
And the lava bubbles away the blue
And takes away the toxin from the lake.
Kopond's disciples cheer like fools
Until Kopond heads back east, to his home.
Igrog's mind clicks again but more sharply.
He could have saved the boy
Even without Mugic or hardly
A Battlegear toy
To his enormous hump.
He could have used his wits
That he stole from the mad scientist
When one of his inventions was on the fritz.
He could have been a revivalist
And shout at the boy to run!
He could have been a brute
And attack those smirking disciples.
Yet, it might take away the resign mute
From these absolutely terrible people.
Igrog could've saved the boy, but he didn't.
He watched a Creature lose his eye today
And couldn't even stick around for the blindness.
He watched a human become fey
And didn't even protest as though he was mindless.
He wants no more loss and admits defeat.
Going back to Ulmar almost like a prodigal son,
He is unsure how much time has passed
Since spending his time on death and on the run.
He would rather be beaten with glass
Than to be on his own any longer.
It was silly to run away in the first place.
It wasn't like Ulmar could live forever,
He has "experiment-blowing-off his-face"
Fate as a way to die in a clever
And appropriate manner.
If it gets too much again,
Then he'll just think about the human
And how much of a bane
It would to be looming
Without the other eye.
Ulmar is back in his lab,
Igrog gulps and hopes
That he won't be tapped
To be injected with a bunch of dopes.
He approaches the mad scientist.
Ulmar swivels from his metal stool
And Igrog's heart almost burst
Like he saw some ghoul,
But Ulmar gets a drink to quench his thirst.
Normally, Ulmar would be flinging acid.
"Uh, Ulmar, aren't you mad?"
Ulmar scowls in annoyance
As though he was asked about his dad.
Yet, there was no abhorrence
In his beady eyes.
"I was gone for a long time."
Now, Ulmar will throttle him.
Yet, the mad Creature chimes,
"Are you dim?
It's only been two hours!"