Falling down into the oblivion,
I could hardly find the rock bottom earth.
Thinking it’s a dream I tried to wake myself up,
Just then I landed slickly on my feet.
Darkness all around,
I could hardly see my own nose.
Lost and estranged I felt,
Just then a ray of light pierced my eyes.
Led by instinct I followed the light.
Into an opening I squeezed myself out.
The narrow opening sealed up behind me
As I struggled my way through;
With a staff in my hand,
A pouch of silver in the other,
And a hood on my head
I found myself in a crimson robe.
The cobble stone boulevard looked deserted
Till I took a turn around the corner;
To my surprise the street unfurled itself
All around there was chaos churned by many hawkers.
With clouds resting over its edges,
and its tip doing the balancing act,
An inverted pyramid scaled skywards,
Surrounded by hawkers calling out for buyers;
This abstruse marvel was at the center of the mystic souk.
And its shade was the shelter for traders both big and small.
Some sat in tents and some with goods spread on the streets.
Each one had something or the other to offer that looked bizarre or vile.
The first stop was at a mannequin and vase vendor.
Crystal, glass, clay and porcelain,
He had a plethora to offer for every customer.
And in each he had captured the spirit of a gremlin.
Startled for a second, I just moved forth.
A few yards away sat a real old man with a blue beard.
Stacked up in his tent were cycles and clocks,
Timeless unicycles, sundials, hourglasses and single hand timepieces.
Everything had a similar price tag,
This read ‘Your soul or a feline’s nine lives’;
And the most illusory fact of these possessions was
The hands of the dial moved anti-clockwise.
Gasping every moment and taken aback
By whatever I saw,
I kept on walking, tirelessly, looking around
Trying to find a purpose behind this endeavor.
I’d almost seen each and every stall,
Except the weirdest and the biggest of them all.
It was the pyramid itself which I finally had to glance.
At its tip were a platform and an elliptical entrance.
The dim light of oil lamps welcomed me as I entered.
They were on either sides of the staircase
That spiraled up to an attic.
Reaching there I saw something I’d least imagined.
Amidst cobwebs and fine dust
There were rows of dolls arranged on shelves of the walls.
At the far end of the big chamber, its little caretaker, stood.
He looked like a kid who’s really puny and small, from afar;
Humming a tune he limped slowly towards me with radiance.
An old, one eyed, albino dwarf with blonde hair and pointed ears,
He wore a wicked grin on his wrinkled face,
Carried a doll that imitated my image;
Stretching his other hand forward,
He asked for the pouch with silver in my hand.
That’s when I realized he wanted to trade.
Silver for soul that was in the voodoo doll;
I felt perplexed the very moment I knew,
But my mind wanted to play the fool.
Knocking the dwarf’s head with my staff,
I tried to seize the doll off his hand.
Apparently, it didn’t make much of a difference,
He stood like a rock, three feet tall.
I tried to run but I just couldn’t,
Holding the doll up in the air he began an arcane chant.
Pulled out a needle with a diamond eye
That was hidden under his sleeve;
Into the voodoo doll’s heart he pierced it deep,
I could feel an unseen sliver penetrate me.
Frozen in pain I closed my eyes tight,
I wished I was dead than go through the pain.
The world around turned dark and I felt like I’d lost my sight.
Into the oblivion I, once again, continued to fall.