Mephitos
Engirded on each side by
liches robed
In tattered cerements, you
stand alone.
Your soul is penetrated,
your eyes probed
By theirs as you reel
stumbling from the stone.
The tale of how you came
here flees your mind,
As reason’s tatters creep
and drool away,
Until appearance only stays
behind —
Although the watchers fade
before the day
No trace of your volition
lies intact:
The others with the sunrise
have arrived
But you are no more theirs,
in simple fact.
Your mind knows not that it
is now deprived.
You visited the Black Stone, as your right,
But
you trespassed upon Walpurgis Night.
copyright © 2017 by Mark Alfred
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