The Lucky Charm

Found in a dusty secondhand store.
Unaware of the thing’s lost lore.
The worn and ragged leather thong
Holding this thing that shouldn’t belong
To this world, this time, or this spectral plane
But it is here…and right now, just the same.
The simple pattern, the weathered design
Conceal the cruel intent to malign.
It hangs around the neck of the unaware
Sewing doubt, mistrust, and subtle despair.
Bought for its look of nostalgic charm.
Which conceals the reaching, stretching harm.
The “owner” doesn’t own this at all.
It’s they who hear the charm’s whispered call.
Each day the foul totem is worn
It darkens the world the ensuing morn.
Extending its reach to both person and nation
Until all are under subjugation.
Beware the trinkets you find in dark places.
For they sometimes come with evil faces.