top of page
Search

Eerie Toad

How eerie the Toad, the Sabbat horse,

which Faeries ride crossing earthen veins.

What eldritch book reveals the verse

that unlocks the door behind the rain?

Through stoney keyhole we may pinch

on fennel stock, or crouch in ragwort reeking,

all manner of ill things from which mortals flinch

have but the witch drunk on swelter'd venom seeking.

With the forkéd bone as a star on my breast,

and its breath the boon of well-whispered words,

by the True Toad hard Fate shall my soul arrest

as I pass to the Castle on a bridge of swords.

15 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

"This has happened before," Victor said to me, appearing as a huge, shimmering fractalized inverted tear-drop shape that hovered over my bed, silently burning with Blue and Black Fire. I could sense w

bottom of page