Riddles of Madness
Story and Illustration by Kevin James Hurtack © 2007
Ancient riddles drawn in sand
alluring Man from across the land
pondering hidden messages from beyond
whether they come from above or below
not even the wisdom of the Elders know
Plots are hatched and packs are made
the Truth is sought with pistol and spade.
Greed grows like the wicked weed in Mankind's heart
Brother against brother no one is spared
for this ancient knowledge none will share
In the darkness of alleys and in chambers candle bright
they seek to find the solution to this ineffable puzzle
only to have the Truth elude them like a Mirage
Yet in the belfry of an archaic monastery one man labors
through the unknown hours of night he delves into ancient lore
desperate to find the knowledge no man has gained before
Scribing hypothesis upon his own flesh he unravels the conundrum
but as he tugs upon the loose threads of this enigmatic tapestry
he unwillingly undoes our own reality
allowing hideous monstrosities to lurch back into our world
antediluvian gods held captive for aeons by a mad man's ode
now unleashed to make slaves of humanity
Ancient riddles drawn in the sand
antiquated rhymes that are Mankind's eulogy
Not the bomb nor disease has brought the end
but our insatiable curiosity for the mysteries
better left to the shadows and ossuaries
