Spirits!
We stand here again in the cold fall wind. The Familiar is now uneasy,— as it was and shall be again. The Disfamiliar calls with a whisper that speaks to something we have suspected all along, just beyond conscious reach,— closer than ever before.
When I was a child,— a darkcloaked figure haunted my dreams. He put me through terror night after night,— I dreaded closing my eyes, for even the pleasant dreams were tainted by his impending arrival. And arrive, he always did. The enveloping blackness, the chills and disorientation… sometimes I hid in a cardboard box in the night with only the sound of the crickets and the awareness that he was close, watching me with intent.
It was a joyful relief when I finally got lucid and cut him down. It was light. Now, so many years later,—
I wonder who he is.
So, on this night,— an invitation extended. Spirits! Can you loan me a bit of Strength, a bit of Verve? A dash of Cunning and some Bones from which to make a Scaffold upon which to splay some Intent of my own? You see, I am a little afraid. But no matter,— this night is designed for Fear.
Let’s dance. Candy & //
Happy Halloween.