Witching Hour Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 10 30

At witching hour of faith, when graveyards yawn
ghosts of our ancestors in bitter mist
of cruel desire to claim gem of the moon,
Basemath drinks hot cider of god blood
to smear contagious words of hypocrites
on cracked foundation stone of ruined fane.

Bearing bag of skulls from dead haughty kings,
that clatter with strange voices in dark woods,
Basemath watches for mischievous sprites
who bring ingredients into stone-wall fane
where three witches boil juice of secret truth
which they trick weary travelers to drink.

Aware she treads parallel course of faith
against suggestive council of the oak,
Basemath wears mask of heavenly show
when the slick-suited man with specious eyes
pours pestilence of doubts into her ears
that good she wills to do corrupts her heart.

Reluctant to present her soul as good
when she performs deeds that foster good will
among poor people seeking food to eat,
Basemath provides jars of fresh juice
and baked bread in food booth by the gate
where hungry people praise their benefactor.

Enmeshed in foul contradictory rumors
that taint her reputation with false greed,
Basemath hurries down dark alleyway,
but men abduct her from way of her heart
and lock her in prison with other girls
who plead for freedom from harsh slavery.

Mind full of scorpions from anguished fear
that jocund comfort has deserted her,
Basemath summons from cave of her heart
vile spirit of Hecate with dreadful spell
to energize her fight for liberty
when she details plan for their bold escape.

Luring young guard into cell of desire
with honeyed promises of secret pleasure,
Basemath strangles him and wears his suit,
then leads enslaved girls from cell of despair,
by moonlit gliding toward riverside cave
where they hide from soldiers hunting their souls.

Free to frolic in dream light of the moon
from radiant presence of wise Hecate,
Basemath federates freed slaves with plan
to farm fertile land with fruit trees and herbs,
establishing self-sufficient commune
so they thrive with liberty of free will.

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Orpheus brings wagon of wood and carpenter tools to commune of Basemath who welcomes him with apple cider as workers construct homes for the freed slaves.

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