PORFINIFIGUS

Where he comes from nobody knows, he does live,

A myth, a fable, only a child believes, one who 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 are 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 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 to be mine”

“Foolish boy, everything in this town will be no more”

           Keith Garrett