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 save 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.
T. Allen Culpepper