Coven Heinous
21st Century
Round a fire, 'top a mountain,
Under the eyes of heaven's scorn,
Above the devil's sanctuary,
By and by the fire mount'd,
Cedar crackling whisp'ring hexes
On them carv'd for ruin,
Spoke their spooky spells.
Hemlocks dance around the pyre,
Faces gnarled on the oaks
With chants so grim now smile,
Ivy poison wrap the rotund bones,
The sacrifice!
Around bats, creatures of the night,
The horror his way seeing,
Dancing round the wailing coven!
A flames flickers in the likeness
Of their souls they sold.
Cackling, shriek in unison,
Conjure forth a ghost, a man,
Enchant'r of the days of olde!
The hymns of Satan's praise they sang,
The potions made of newt's eye burnt,
Tongue of hare dark and black:
Ingredients vile him do please.
In feral ecstasy the witches wove their wands;
Him to earth now calling,
Inviting terror, tepid, the tenebrous:
All were frozen,
No witch nor warlock there a word dare spake,
Their hearts still, their souls in fear,
No breath did they breathe,
Nothing, silence, darkness.
He appeared inside the fire
Where he flat,
Mask'd in shroud dark and drear,
His face so wretched and appalling:
An eye, a silver eye!
Embedded slipshod in no mortal head,
Peering through the slit of wrath,
Beclouded, swirls the life he took,
Glaring, staring, forever and ever,
Ever and forever into nothingness,
Blind and lame memorial,
Seeing nothing, yet seeing all,
Screaming, yet he in silence remain.
All who thought the summon false
In sagacity scream.
DayPoems Poem No. 2387
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2387.html">Coven Heinous by Brian Okabayashi</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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