Red Sentinel - Poem by Andy Allan
Tough proud, enduring witness,
she has watched through passing time,
the lives of generations flow
beneath this hoary pine.
Red sentinel standing tall and stark,
matriarch of her kind,
around her feet, mere ants, we crawl,
the "Faer-world" out of mind.
That mirror world, that echoes ours,
where energies merge and flow,
oblivion is lurking there,
much closer than we know.
Around her crown dark-watchers glean
the news from far and near;
the Morrigu... whose dealings are
in darkness, death and fear.
Flapping, ancient rags of black,
and raucous, chilling cries,
denizens from that other place
where illusive myth-worlds lie.
Omnipotence eludes their grasp,
venerable though they be,
oblivious of their sentient host,
primordial, silent, free.
Dark-seekers sliding betwixt worlds,
their transient passing marked,
recorded deep in ancient rings,
‘neath ragged, time-worn bark.
A constant presence in our midst,
enduring, dark and deep,
observing and absorbing this
unconscious world, asleep.
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