Something that is out of the ordinary
Making wary, beyond comprehension,
You cannot pinpoint, lay a finger upon
Uneasiness courses through the body
Goose bumps jump out of the flesh
Waves of awe filled fear washes over
Mystifying further…..

Rumor has it, he is dead and buried
Some vouch he walks down the block
Nightly as was his wont, in usual manner
Facts and fiction co-mingle freely stirring
A potent cocktail of raw fear
Wishing to check firsthand
A posse heads for the woods

Midnight hour is within striking distance
Posse ready and waiting, fully armed
Suddenly wind picks up gale force
Banshee like blowing through the trees
Bending them at will in all directions
When a darting figure is espied
They give full chase on the double

The clock strikes twelve, witching hour
Midnight unfolds releasing satanic forces
Witches, demons, spirits, goblins, elves
All emerge from darkness to do their thing
Brave posse creeps forward in hot pursuit
At a clearing they see an old man chanting
Eyes popping, they proceed curiosity dripping

The ancient is amidst a motley crowd, a mix of
Strange creatures in all denominations and shapes
Along with a huge python, were swaying in tune
Fairies and witches are dancing and singing along
In the center a huge pot is brewing, boiling furiously
Fumes emanating from cauldron brew are heady
Onlookers overcome, begin swaying in unison

Clapping, dancing, singing along enthusiastically
Quest forgotten as fumes captivate in total thrall
Senses lost to happenings, they imbibe the brew
Liberally dancing fast paced in gay abandon
Insidiously seduced, bewitched by the old man..
Owls hoot no more, bats have fled with the python
Howling winds are dead and gone to return another day

Boiling cauldron, was it a figment of fertile imagination
Fairies, goblins, witches, demons, elves have vanished
Such eerie pin drop silence reigns, can be sliced by a knife
The posse awakes suddenly under a misshapen sycamore
Breaths foul and peculiar, hangover and headache troubles
Did they see something in the dead of the night. Or was it
A bad nightmare, a figment of their collective imagination

Did the serpent dance last night and they along with it
Mind denying, rejecting what their foul tongues testified
Something had occurred for sure, but hard to gulp it down
Their confusion was compounded by the irrefutable fact
Engraved on each arm was a tiny symbol. A dancing snake!
Was this proof, a symbol of a strange bizarre happening
An occult happening….

Readers please decide for yourself….
“Superstition is foolish, childish, primitive and irrational- but how much
does it cost you to knock on wood?”
-Judith Viorst
Love & Guilt & the Meaning of Life, Etc..

I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep
on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them, and
absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere they are visible yet everywhere occult.
Liberty Hyde Bailey
American, Scientist Quotes

The genre of fantasy is about magic and occult characters.
Shawn Ashmore
Canadian, Actor Quotes


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