The Coven

i shall tell you a story you are not meant to hear, i do this only as i sense there is something missing that you may want to hear, nonetheless do not take it the wrong way if what you seek is not what follows, we all have our whispers to hear, and mine was what was told to me, and i hope you may come to understand yours as i have mine, so hush child, and one more story before you sleep...

this was the story they never told us, as children we failed to hear the words of old, carved so deep into the ancient rock that they nearly crawled back into the fiery depths from whence they had come one day, into this life and out of the nothing and everything that exists beyond it.

as they told us, the wave that came by everyday was a horror, something to face screaming and crying, nothing to know of or even want to, it was this that we were told, and it was only by great luck and some lack of it that i came by upon the path that has shown me what these both really were and mean.

i did the forbidden, of course i hadn't meant to, but as a young one i hadn't known the sirens of the wave, or that it meant only the marked were allowed outside, how could i know, at that point i was young enough not to know any better.

i saw him go, the wave took him, it was beautiful, he was joyful, he met them as he went, he was the last of those who knew the words and their true meaning.

he saw me watching, and before it had completely passed, his shadow whispered these words to me, passed on as they had been to him many years before, and so i came know of them, yet it would be years till i understood what they meant.

"Neither run
Nor hide from us
We are not the
Ones you miss"

then they came and found me, they comforted me, saying it must have been horrible, and how could this happen to me, i was so young, and how sorry they were that i had to see that, then they took me and i was no longer one of the young, i had been taken to be taught the ways of how things worked.

they taught me, though i never forgot his words, i swallowed their pills for them, but i never really took them inside of me the way his words were ingrained upon the deepest part of my secret mind that i kept only to myself, and so i learned their way, they gave me what they thought i had to have, and i thanked them, for they didn't know any better, they were doing what they thought was right, why then did i feel what they knew wasn't all there was, i was the only one who knew, and i was right.

later i began to find others who had been caught and shown the light in the dark wave, all before the others had reached them, taught to forget all and remember what was not, they told me what they knew, and i also told them, together we compiled what was left of the ancient words.

"Knowing nothing now
Except the others
Who surround us"

this was all we could find for the longest time, and all the while repeating it in our heads as the others continued to pound us with what they had come to know, and so we slept, and dreamed of the wave, only instead of the black horror we had been taught of, we all shared a dream of the white love, that swept through day after day taking those who were ready to know what really was.

"Knowing nothing of
Time nor play"

then we had the chance to see another wave, they all had cowered beneath the covers designed to keep them under, and we saw it as it was coming, by this time gray and bursting with bursts of radiance, to them it was still black, dead, and awful, but we had doubt, our minds were opened and we could see otherwise, that was when we heard them calling again, it was so soft we could only hear the first lines as they chanted lovingly...

"Call to join once again
Together into the fray
Falling deep into one"

and so we had the story, all of it, not just what we had been told was there, but all in it's entirety we could finally see it for what it was, and the phrases that had once seemed awkward, and we had puzzled over for ages finally fell into place, as we chanted that night.

"We can only see
What is"

the next time the wave came, we were not among the ones swept away, we were momentarily sad, thinking in our vanity that it would claim us now that we had discovered it's secret, but the next day, it told us what we were to do, "share us" it had said, and so we did.

this tale may mean nothing to you now, but as you look upon it and forget the broken and fractured bits that stuck so much coming in might just fall into place once it passes out of your mind, so that later, as the wave comes you might begin to see the pulsating beauty that we see as every time we watch it pass.

so listen to the words they never told you, always look inside for the call, and listen only to the guides deep within, now hush my child, and dream of pleasant things that you know come to those that look beyond the dark...


Call to join once again
Together into the fray
Falling deep into one
Knowing nothing of
Time nor play
Except those
Who are with us
We can only see
What is
Neither run
Nor hide from us
We are not the
Ones you miss