A Fragment of Life

(to Arthur Machen)

Grady McMurtry

circa 1940's

. . . for we

Are but mortal and can not see

Nor know what demons lie between

Where misty columns soar unseen

To mark the space where witches roam

While warlocks form their lines to comb

Each nook where human might be screened

And finding one, out march each fiend

With grisley token of the hunt

To cast it by the altar front

Where stand the mouthing Druid priests

Whose forms are those of hellish beasts.

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