40 Watchers Waiting

" For he who passes the gateways always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone."
-H.P. Lovecraft








40 watchers in the woods waiting. each carries a candle.
i forgot when i came here. the woods seemed so wonderful.
Each carries a secret for each year, for this year, i face 40, and i forgot.
They whisper during the day, but at night... up on the hill, in the clearing...
the screams and

















40 watchers watching and waiting.
each one holding those horrid candles made from the fat of my years