The Rolling Calf Poem by Gerry Legister

The eyes of the Rolling Calf was bright
galloping through the villages at night,
with scary looks that froze the eye
flames in fear made stricken hearts cry.

In what distant past did a myth exercise
sacred rites burnt in the fire of surprise
on what Alter did the occult aspire?
What daring hand reached into the fire?

And what sacrifice made strong the black art
to frisk the pulsating rhythm of our heart?
When from within each beat began to sink,
what terror causes the eyes not to blink?

When the spasm open into a dark entrance
the soul is grimly chained in a furnace,
what conjuring evil? Can creep and grasp
the meek with deadly claws of terrors clasp?

Stars from our eyes and threw them down
did rolling calf smile when its work was done?
leaving terrified souls speechless and dumb
back into practice, disguised trick succumb.

The eyes of the Rolling Calf faded with light
retreating through the atmosphere of the night,
into frightful dreams which close the eye
of stories that made stricken hearts cry.