Witcher County Road

There's a gonna be a crimson moon tomorrow night... Me and Delroy, heading down Witcher at half past midnight. Our destination: Witcher Redemption Church of Christ. It's been pouring like crazy since ten. Lightning streaks are giving the church steeple with its twenty foot cross an eerie aura, as rumbling thunder shakes the ground beneath our feet. Fueled by a bottle of Jack shared and a hatred for the evil that has taken place here, our intent is to burn this unholy building to the ground. Two bricks and two molotovs hurled at and through the stained glass windows should do the trick. Just last week ol' Rev King was convicted of molesting three underage girls over the past twenty years. To think that he stood on that pulpit preaching fire and brimstone at us turns my stomach. It was Del who suggested we torch the place, his sister was one of the victims. It's now 12:59 am. The rain has slowed. My heart is pounding in my ears between roars of thunder. On the count of three we take our vengeance. One... Two... Three... Crash Crash! Windows successfully busted. Molotov cocktails lit and hurled on target. Flames rising. Victory! But wait! Silhouettes approaching from the woods just beyond. Suddenly, a lightning flash. Three, no, four black bears loping toward us at great speed. Our demise, imminent. Our destiny, sealed. My only thought now is this: What horrid twist of fate has led to this judgment? O GOD, PLEASE HELP US... twisted happenings mothers of the disappeared weep baptisms delayed * Poem/story inspired by a road and church I passed recently and the television series Zoo. Also a nod to a U2 song. Events are fictional.