All Hallows' Eve
At first I thought it a
random drop of light -- why
not, the universe is full of
yet to be diagnosed, while
remaining natural mysteries.
Searing through the dark overcast --
perfectly oval, left was a singe, sign of
novel, puncturing intrusion, on what was
already a hoard of unusual flashing nimbus.
Came a rumble and a roar!
Such putrid blast! -- common to the bowls of a glutenous fat man,
at a smorgasbord. Dark insatiability continued.
A thickening! Bloating stench of atmosphere. A sense that
could only be likened to pure evil. Dared seemed my formidable
curiosity! Stars, a flickering mass of descending glitter --
Was there no bottom to this luminous fall?
I shuddered to think.... But could not turn away.
What negative presence, had come to disturb the restful nature
of a Southwest summer's night? I did not know. Could not venture
even a morbid guess. What all consuming demonic presence -- light alone
seeming incapable of subduing -- rendered every foreboding blotch
amusing to me! Entertained my curiosity. The fouler the contrast, the more
excited became a deep, dank, primitive fantasy I long harbored somewhere inside. Was it simply spirit
being infected by a transient, though treatable abscess? Or something far more primitive? Malevolent?
An enchantment that could not be, once entertained, so easily subdued, extracted from the mind. From the heart. Impending doom for a foolishly inquisitive soul. The ancient document, the incantation
I held in my hands, seeming to radiate an offer of unbridled power. What would I do?
What would anyone sane mortal do on All Hallows Eve? Burn the damn thing!
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