Hermes
They plague us
With their fatal tricks
Destroying lives
And ruining families
Some have buried cities
All for their obsession
To laugh until the end
There are many tricksters
Wandering our world
Each one is unique
In form and style
Yet all are killers
To their very core
Finding fun in death
Many of us hide
Among the hills and plains
Leaving civilization far
Hoping to avoid
The tricksters’ foul attention
Our cities distant sites
Where cackles echo off abandoned homes
We will wait
For our special day to come
It will not come too soon
A hero will rise up
Brave and wise
Beyond the tricksters’ guile
And so will begin our war
Legends of Windemere 
Love this! And it reminds me that I don’t have this type of character in any book I’ve written. I’m not sure I write a trickster well. But they’re fun to read about, ala Anansi Boys.
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Tricksters are tough. I’m still working on it because one needs that perfect balance of funny and cruel. At least for the malicious kind. It’s too easy to go into kooky crazy or unfunny mean territory.
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I really like this piece, graphic and just plain good.
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Thanks. One day I’ll figure out what prompted me to write it all those years ago. 😀
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