(A lone voice whispers)
There are strange things man should not see.
Mythical creatures hidden in the half-light glow of dark places below, where it's too hot to snow.
Wild plays of rebellion and submission.
Far from church pulpits or crescent glows from so long ago.
I still can remember the deal I made when it-I into my house bade.
What was I to know when The Elder contract I did sign?
Only to hear my angel bell no longer chime.
So here I sit by the sea at a quarter to three, waiting for the thing man shouldn't see.
Will thou pray for me?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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