While walking in the dismal streets,
The icy rain cascading in sheets,
I spied a friend so long unseen,
Above her was a terrible fiend.
Upon my face I put a smile.
I stopped her and we talked a while.
Her face was drawn,
Her soul was gone,
Her stomach filled with bile.
Our converse was so very brief;
She stole away just like a thief.
I watched her as she walked away,
And saw the dark and evil fay.
What realms of dark qliphothic hell
Had she in ignorance a-fell?
What twisted delights had she tasted?
To make her face appear so wasted?
Upon the Path she thought to tread,
And wandered into evil so dread;
A horrid thing upon her feasted.
I shrugged it off without a care,
For was it not her affair?
She'd been unwise, she'd been a fool,
She swims now in a fetid pool.
She played in realms carefully hidden,
She entered places for her forbidden.
And now she walks the dismal streets,
In icy rain cascading in sheets,
A fallen soul lost and hag-ridden.
*Dedicated to Soror I.D.V. Anno LXXIII
© The Newaeon Newsletter, Volume I, Number 3, 20th of April 1978 E.V.
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