Well, it’s that time of year again, so I’ve written a sinister sonnet for Halloween. Warning – those of a sensitive disposition, look away now!
The Summoning
Voices are chanting in the lamp-lit crypt
but this is no church, no Christian priest:
the words he reads, inscribed in arcane script
are meant to summon an infernal beast
to do his bidding, but it hungers for
a sacrifice. The innocents are led
to the stone altar, made to kneel, before
a flint blade flashes, turns from brown to red.
Their life, their blood is offered as a gift
and now the incantations sound anew.
That knife has sundered more than flesh: a rift
has opened between worlds – something comes through.
Even the priest is paralysed by fear.
He prostrates in submission: It is here.
pic: Keith Schengili-Roberts. Licensed under https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0