Dark Fantasy
Why are all the lauded fantasies of my culture
Bleeding through the looking glass to poison my reality?
The Dark Lords are sitting on the thrones of Men,
No plucky bands of rebels foil their plots.
Cunning and ruthless,
Their spells confound and disarm us.
Not Sauron nor Voldemort nor
Hydra nor Palpatine wield such power.
How their stories colonize our minds!
Our fault? Is it our fault? Are we too stupid?
Auden said, our world in stupor lies.
And so it does.
Death Eaters play prophets on TV,
Profiteers of doom, lesser daemons,
Whispering lies of their paymasters, gathering
Silver pieces in exchange for their own children,
Forgetting, that torture, elimination, and oblivion,
The dark reward of Cthulhu, is common to all,
That the Dark Lords cannot be ingratiated.
We are all their food.
What of that plucky band of rebels?
The Eye of Sauron spies them out.
The Power of Thanos snuffs them out.
Dark Fantasy hides the unutterable truth.
We are afraid.
We look in the mirror, and
Avert our eyes because
We do not see heroes,
Plucky bands of rebels in the glass.
Dark Lords. We see the Dark Lords.
Kelly said, we have met the enemy and he is us.
Vonnegut said, and so it goes.
And so it does.