Yule Log

Yule LogImagine Tis the eve before the sabbat, and all through the house, all the creatures are stirring with excitement as a log from the best tree in the forest is brought in and prayed over. Carefully placed upon the hearth and lit, the children are made to guard the flames until the last bit of wood burns to ash, an exceptionally important task. The flames must not go out prematurely, or else. But late in the night, once the light of the moon disappears

The littlest one wakes first

The shadow turns

He flashes a grin to the empty night and disappears into the depths of the forest

of all things

for buried beneath the muck and sediment on the floor of the pond were a thousand severed heads

An hour passed

A hairy black figure sweeps into the child's room

the sounds of chains and bells ring out in unison

shaking your head as though emptying the possibility from your brain entirely

were buried in the sand once again

claps him on the back like they had been friends a lifetime or longer

But no matter