Visiting a friend for dinner was an unusual quest
because contact was lost long ago
apprehension because she was just a school friend
who was happier in her own company
why had she decided to contact after all this time
as she never thought of her as sublime.
Remembering nobody liked her believing in the occult
everybody thought of her as weird
truthfully the rumours were she was a black witch
naturally the other students shunned her
so Lyn was the only one to make any contact at all
that fact she certainly did recall!
Why now had this invitation come through the letter box
how had angel the name did not fit
find where she lived changing her name when married
but there was a desperation in the words
a nagging curiosity the only way to satisfy was to go
but scared as she would be solo!
The date was interesting for the meal Hallowe’en
which added to her uncertainty
but decided she had to see if angel had changed
being it was twenty since they spoke
the address was not easy to find in heavy rain
making her eyes ache with the strain!
At the end of a row of very old cottages she saw
the most dilapidated one of them all
even more nervous parked in front on a verge
walked up the dirt and muddy path
the dangling overgrowth touching her face
made it a much quicker pace!
Getting to the front door angel was patiently waiting
dressed in a long black dress
making her look older especially with long hair
for a moment she saw an old hag
then it was normal she entered the front room
noticing in a corner a witches broom!
The table was laid near to the open roaring fire
in contrast to the outside plot
pleasantly surprised at the welcome received
began letting her guard relax
the meal was soon severed and plenty of wine
now glad she had come to dine!
Forgetting it was the night of All Hallows Eve
could never conceive the outcome
becoming very warm tired and light-headed
never admitting to being drunk
talking like bosom friends with gusto laughed
obliterated her fear of witchcraft!
Soon the midnight hour chimed on the clock
in the hall as Lyn fell asleep
now the cold made her shiver was it morning
unable to move her arms bound
to posts sticking up from the damp wet ground
with a clear chanting sound!
Numb with the penetrating damp permeating
her now naked flesh they came
black-robed figures surrounding her closing in
just able to make out markings
certain she was in the centre of a large pentagon
sensing her life was now done!
One stepped forward and crouched by her head
pulling back the hood spoke
though it was hard to see recognised the voice
it was angel the evil witch
glad you came tonight to become our sacrifice
raising a knife her heart did splice!
Now more unspeakable monsters filled the circle
as angel screamed with pleasure
let the celebrations of the witches night begin
as Lyn’s blood soaked into the earth
her body thrust onto the bonfire the devil rose
dancing around the victim they chose!
The Foureyed Poet.