Witchery

Atop Tabor's crown

I found evidence to prove

There is witchery up there

On that dead mountain.

A ring of round stones

A perfect circle forméd;

Broken boughs at such angles

Drew a pentagram.

The epic center

With four rounded stones was set;

Black charring at the nexus

Spoke of sacrifice.

Soft whispers betrayed

Fleeting shadows in the folds,
Witches with hidden faces...

I fled before dark.