By Dustin Smith
Book III: The Ivory Basins of the Quintlight
2. Thunder from the Throne Basin and the Journey to Basin Major
Never the nearer, the Great Being went North
The spider, spun crumpled, his spirit wrecked.
Janice with joy jumped to his tail fins
And scuttled his scales, scraping the floor,
Ice cold from the corners and crooks
Of the sheer walls of wicker and black work.
The Great Being belted a belch from the sky
And sat in the North on a seat with a sigh.
Thunder then rose, a thorny sound clapped.
The echo enchanted the Great Being's ego.
A stench startled and stained the Ivory Basins.
The smell smoldered and smote the two companions,
Nearly knocking the life of Octavian to Nevermore.
The face of the Being feigned frolic and cheer
For the thunderous fog and fright would not disappear.
But Janice ignored this, sending spells for the spider
To lift himself, healed, to the hearth of the basins.
Drifting and diving, the spider defied gravity.
Arctic blasted chill dared effort from gripping
Heavily ice's jolting kick, licking moments, never Octavian
Pondered quietly, realized soon the utter violence
Wound xylophonically, yearning zenith.
The spider caught concern from the Great Being's crouch.
Suiting, squid-like fingers squishing a line,
The Being assumed the beast's beat to the bathtub
The Spider's retreat received less than the reach
For the Being's hand covered a white cloud of paper.
Down went the white mesh to the white mouth of the
And Octavian etched underneath the ice claw.
Janice hovered asunder and thunder rose again
From the Being, feeling the froth to his throne.
Magic, mental and majestic, guided the two,
Traveling treacherously from the Being's trickery
And into the largest lever of basin white lily work.
Dancing down the sides of spider's assumed doom
Into the hole, the whole world put on hold
The spider could speak of the spine tube beneath.
From the whispering wind and dripping walls
A heat healthy, hidden, filled the spider's fall.
His limbs lingered back to their ruby red luster,
Mending miraculously to their proper proportions.
Abdomen ascended and filled with warm air,
His like turned to lust, he descended the lair.