Starry Night

by TS S. Fulk

It is Walpurgis Night

star- and moonshine twinkle

through the glass-like ether

Below me in the cleavage 

between the ancient hills

lies the town and its church.

But tonight is Walpurgis Night

their god’s hold on reality

wanes moon-like with each passing hour

while primordials awaken

an eldritch distortion begins

twisting both matter and ether

remaking the world into that

which she the blessed one can tread

One final glance above

reveals the brush strokes of a god