After reading of Damien Echols–wrongly imprisoned, saved by magick


In a dim and narrow space,

it can be difficult to distinguish

the dark angels from the light ones,

their terrors being equal and taking

precedence over their politics–

the massive triangularity

of their blank and staring faces,

the wind rush of their horrifying wings.

“Be not afraid,” they say,

but in a voice of fearsome thunder

that shakes belief down to its core.

“There is a magick that we know,

that can with practice ┬ásave you.”

Then, as suddenly as come,

their hulking shapes and

thunderous noise are gone,

you left hanging precariously

by white-knuckled fingers

from the window ledge.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper