I can tell by the way the wind is blowing that something is on the way.
I’m drawn to the window. Pulling aside the curtain, the room is bathed in soft moonlight. I open the window to the cool summer night. The wind takes my breath as it caresses my face. There is a scent of something unknown in the air.
I always knew there was something Dark in you. Then the day came when you revealed your true self.
You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.
Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times. Would I die for seeing them?
You raise your hands and the people fall silent. Did I see worship in their eyes?
The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.
You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.
With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”
Suddenly there were hands on me, pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.
My curiosity always did get me into trouble.
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
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