Talks-With-Shadows surveys the disarray
Spies the devilry in the skies, shakes his
head … and shouts to the heavens
‘why,
why, why great spirit must it be this way,
Why
must your earthly creations suffer at the hands of such evil?’
With certainty he knows lofty ears do
listen, and cosmic eyes look down
But are powerless to openly intervene at
this time …
Chaos reigns and peddles its ritual
amongst the ignorant the forlorn …
It is the certainty he observes,
So many face oblivion and will not receive
salvation
The damage is done to their minds and
their forms
But their souls will ride on … beyond
these desperate seas,
Safe in that knowledge, he finds peace …
seeking reason for the abduction …
Towards the river he strides,
Deep in thought,
Projecting his soul out deep into the
heartland
As the seeker … looking for one who can
provide that answer
Desperate to recognise the truth …
‘why,
why … how could great spirit permit this to befall his children?’
And then he sees her … despiser of the
human spirit
One with only malice in her soul
Evil incarnate burning through her essence
She strides towards him with the answer
The venom that pitched the naïve into this
crazy dream.
‘Before
ever you evolved foolish child,
I
came to your world … and provided sin …
I
watched over those flocks that revelled in those new experiences
They
were powerless to realise the spell I wrought,
And
before they even knew it … their souls were bought
Eternally
I feast on their essence …’
With a cry of dismay he renders the vision
gone
The nightmare to pass … the real truth to
be told
With the feel of icy cold water on his
face he cleanses his thoughts
And returns back to the world of man
Cringing from the sting of a myriad of
bloody scratches on his arms and face
The memory of the demoness still fresh in
his mind.
Later Talks-With-Shadows lights the ritual
fire
Burns fresh white sage … and calls the
ancestors to him
Deep in thought he draws furs around him
for warmth
And enters the realm of the ancestors to
learn more …
Copyright Matthew James