In your dream you are paralysed, silent

Here's a shadow behind this mountain

Scurry down into the winter-valley

Dried up, shrivelled, weather-beaten,

Rock- hidden fossils, set in stone,

Evolutions of Medusa

Afflicted by a petrified decay.

All she gazed upon

Can never be rubbed away.

Such stains dry and calcify

Deep in these highland bogs

A quagmire-swamp of guilt, regret

Spilt water, wine, I forget,  what caused this, this....

disturbance in the weather

No transubstantiation this: yoked, ploughed,

Dragged, inchoate into death;

A process has begun

Welcome now obscurity, shadow,

Winter trees stripped,

Banshees scream into the wind,

A modulation of voice, a volte-face:

A variation of mood. A tattered lace. No man

Could have such bad intent as to awaken from sleep

These legions of demons that laugh as we weep?