Opposition. A scary bedtime story

                December, 2024 - January, 2025

                I
A sudden disease... And nothing helped.
It seemed, medicaments made the state worse...
I tried to treat one. There was a veil.
I saw just ashes instead of the ill corps...

I saw the black ashes and nothing more.
There was the feeling, that the strange disease
had a mage provenance. The light flow
couldn't clean the veil. And it was clear indeed

that this strange disease will eat the prey
as some insatiable terrible worm.
I tried to treat one. There was a veil.
I saw just ashes instead of the ill corps...

                II
A sudden disease... The reason had been shown
in the salt dream. I saw a forest.
It was half dried up... A brown glossy horse
was running out through the hollow.

There was a tall man in an odd magic mask...
The well-known mask... He stood, observing
that uneasy picture. There was a curved smile
on the mask surface. That man had ordered

for a foe the death... The universe shew lungs
as the ill forest, the weak soul
was the running horse. I heard the horse long cry
as if for help. The dream then had gone off...

                III
A sudden disease... The reason had been shown...
The other dream had led me in a place.
I was on a scene, where I was sitting on
a shabby chair, playing by small hands
a big black accordion. And I understood
that it's a dream as since I could not play
this one in the life. I was small. Some one moved
right to the old chair, to me... I gazed.

There was a fat woman in the dressing gown.
She looked untidy. Hair was not long.
Hair was so greasy, that this fact was sold
by thin deep tracks from a put on head bond.
She had got big lips. They were too big for her
so as and nose, and belly, and her breast.
She looked so ridiculous in clowns long
black leather boots. I did not feel a chill.

At that time I knew who the strange woman was.
She was the witch, creating that dark force.
Whether She had got that look in life or not,
I understood how skillful the witch was,
because of the difference in the shown  there ages.
There was not fear. There was just the mind,
that She saw me too. The meet could crush made acts,
but I should see the source... I used salt paths...

That way was quite long. In the third black night
one of salt paths shew the mask hidden man,
who'd made the black order. And another one
shew the black witch on the fifths winter day.
She was not so glad to see the black-eyed girl
with two long plaits. And her astonished speech
gave out delight with the girl's well-done work.
But that was all I saw on that small scene...

                IV
A sudden disease... It forced to use the all
known unique methods, given by sky.
And I was afraid, that I was not so strong
for breaking thick black threads, but I should fight...
The high cost of failure was the fading life...
There was the edge of my despair. Then
the state had been changed. The magic heaven light
had cleaned the ashes... But there was something strange.

I saw a cocoon around the ill prey.
It had been knitted from white sparkling yarns.
The first time I was waiting for something bad.
But there was miracle: the prey bad state

improved with the course of the same used drugs.
It was the win. I had too little strength
for the great emotions. There was just the mind
about rest... The magic had been wrecked...

                V
The witch is dead... Her soul had come
right on the ninths day after death.
One sat and looked at the road edge
as a black cat, having a glance
of that someone, who ventured once
to give the fight against black force
made by the witch... And Someone scrolled
on fur-less skin a lot of scars
as the deal proof. Someone will scroll
them on a skin in the next life.
There will be very awful signs
of her the previous life work.
And just who knows that can explain
the big red signs on the newborn.
It's good, that her formatted soul
will not remember old lives facts.
Will last it long? There is the fact:
the witch is dead... Her soul had come
in the death day. I did not mind
a dream was right until the end...

                VI
The witch is dead. There isn't my blame.
Someone had drawn a quite big star
on the right palm. There are two ways,
at least, for choice. The witch one's dark...

I simply stood on the prey's side,
being for one as a safe shield.
Since then I'd made exhausted mind
about the uncertain thing.

Should the light flow give needed help
everyone who asks? I hope
the answer's obvious. It changed
my usual vision of the world.



                by Thea Ariss 
                22.10.2026 - 23.10.2026

P.S.: I don't know why I should narrate it. But these remembrances
        are playing in head again and again. Maybe the reason is the approaching
        celebration; maybe it's need for analysis to move on;
        maybe my experience will be useful for someone else...