PORFINIFIGUS

    Keith Garrett       PORFINIFIGUS

Where he comes from nobody knows, he does live,


 A myth, a fable, only a child believes, 
 One who has seen.

 Along the riverbank 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.

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