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.