574. The Well Of Sacrifice

It was known as The well of sacrifice
located in a clearing in the middle forest
surrounded by grass and ferns
greatly revered by the local tribe
although no temple has ever been built around it

Inside the demonic creature lived
feasting on human flesh and bones
every full moon the locals offered new victim
in order for their village to be left in peace

The flaming torch bearing priest is nervous tonight
sweat shining his bald head and soaking his red robes
jumping at every cracking twig and rustling leaf
the drugged stranger walks calmly next to him
whistling a happy tune of his childhood
seemingly oblivious to his fate

They reach the well just as the drugs are wearing off
the victim approaches the pit in a stupor
appearing not to notice the stench of death and decay
that emanate from the surroundings

He looks down hearing scratching at the stones
has just enough time to draw breath
before it is knocked out of him by an unseen claw
a tentacle wraps round his neck pulls him in
dragging him down to the depths

The priest turns and flees the scene
terrified that he would get attacked
the sacrificial victim's screams
are the only things that pursue him
as they echo through the night air

by Jaden Knight

Comments (1)

What a vivid evocation of horror, subtly conveyed in the priest's nervousness. This is the polar opposite of the fantasy of love in the moon poem. The first one lulls us with a wish fulfilled, the second reminds us everything good thing enjoyed must be paid for in the strict accounts of fate.