Keith Garrett PORFINIFIGUS
Where he comes from nobody knows, he does live,
A myth, a fable, only a child believes, one whom has seen.
Along the river bank of a small Eastern town in Maine,
A place of play for a boy named Luke, this is no dream.
Many fantastic tales he does tell, who will listen this time,?
Described to others as a type of elf, an ugly troll.
Many late afternoons is when Luke visits the river,
Today it is a bit windy, he will appear once more.
He speaks to Luke in whispers, I am Porfinifigus,
I am created from your thoughts and fear.
Why do you find me here each day, are you real,?
I told you that I live in you, you gave me a name.
There are wishes that you ask for, I can hear you,
With every wish there comes a curse.
I have many things to wish for, will they be mine,?
For everything you receive, something I will take.
I wish for all things in this town be mine,
Foolish boy, everything in this town be no more.