A boy of 6 stirs from his sleep
His eyes are moist, his throat is dry
He calls out for his old Grandmother
He pricks his ears: there’s no reply
Quietly, slowly, he leaves his bed
From his window, the moon-lit sky
He holds his breath as he searches the house
Finds it empty and he knows not why
The front door’s open, a breeze gushes in
Lights from the piazza lure him outside
Black clad women grinning in torchlight
He think’s he’s dreaming, he can’t decide
Humming softly they make for the sea
To the desolate cliff behind the old mansion
The boy follows closely, it hurts his bare feet
A fear in his heart that no one could fathom
A circle is formed, a fire in the middle
The music of drums begins to rattle
The baker’s wife plays with her fiddle
Shadows stir in the run down castle
The circle of dancers slowly speeds up
Beating on cymbals and shaking their bangles
Their cacophonous cries rise up to the heavens
Arms wrapped round each other in blasphemous tangles
The chanting and dancing stop all of a sudden
A small baby boy is raised from black rags
The sea near the cliff seems to bubble and foam
Something is wading its way through the crags
A shiney black tentacle oozes ashore
Surely a tendril of some ancient creature
Its tip quickly touching the baby’s forehead
A terrifying symbol is traced as a feature
The women ecstatic burst laughing and howl
The boy recognizes his grandma and great aunts
They baptized the newborn to serve the fowl creature
With rituals in which nothing of this earth counts
My bare feet were bleeding and I was alone
The rest of the male townsfolk out fishing at sea
A weeping 6 year old , I made my way home
Knowing the mark was also on me
Knowing I’d see things that you’ll never see
His eyes are moist, his throat is dry
He calls out for his old Grandmother
He pricks his ears: there’s no reply
Quietly, slowly, he leaves his bed
From his window, the moon-lit sky
He holds his breath as he searches the house
Finds it empty and he knows not why
The front door’s open, a breeze gushes in
Lights from the piazza lure him outside
Black clad women grinning in torchlight
He think’s he’s dreaming, he can’t decide
Humming softly they make for the sea
To the desolate cliff behind the old mansion
The boy follows closely, it hurts his bare feet
A fear in his heart that no one could fathom
A circle is formed, a fire in the middle
The music of drums begins to rattle
The baker’s wife plays with her fiddle
Shadows stir in the run down castle
The circle of dancers slowly speeds up
Beating on cymbals and shaking their bangles
Their cacophonous cries rise up to the heavens
Arms wrapped round each other in blasphemous tangles
The chanting and dancing stop all of a sudden
A small baby boy is raised from black rags
The sea near the cliff seems to bubble and foam
Something is wading its way through the crags
A shiney black tentacle oozes ashore
Surely a tendril of some ancient creature
Its tip quickly touching the baby’s forehead
A terrifying symbol is traced as a feature
The women ecstatic burst laughing and howl
The boy recognizes his grandma and great aunts
They baptized the newborn to serve the fowl creature
With rituals in which nothing of this earth counts
My bare feet were bleeding and I was alone
The rest of the male townsfolk out fishing at sea
A weeping 6 year old , I made my way home
Knowing the mark was also on me
Knowing I’d see things that you’ll never see
( TheGreenMan )
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