Clearing the Space

He was pale-faced.
‘There’s something here.’

I knew. Even before
the sobs and screaming
I’d felt its presence.
Cold it was, and close,
as if it would enter my bones.

Instead, it invaded
our brain spaces,
turning us murderous
against each other. Until
he stopped and understood.

He sat, eyes closed,
exerting all his will.
I moved around the house
beaming light to every corner
and blazing it into the centre.

Then we lit the dragon’s blood.
Moving slowly anti-clockwise
we wafted it over the walls
and through the air; finally
around our own bodies and auras.

The peace was palpable.
We lay in each other’s arms
all night, no need to speak.
Morning and all seems normal,
but we know how entities strike.

Resuming vigilance, I rise
ceremonially lighting the white sage.


April PAD Challenge 10
Prompt: Horror