Time of Fruition

Tonight the moon is half full in the eastern sky
Alone I watch a ritual come to life occurring once in a thousand years.
I hide on a cliff above the enchanted cove of golden sand and sea-green waves.
Embedded in the yellow sand are the large, dust-brown Rim stones
Covered with ancient runes carved into their aged surfaces.
I come to end the evil that pours from these stones on a November night
When the half-moon rises tentatively in the east, almost reluctant
To witness the carnage that occurs from the release of the Rim spirits.

Pale-grey, moon rays dance across the stone writings on the aged-brown tablets.
Ancient curses were carved on the Rim stones by wizards of the past.
Rejecting Earth’s technology and choosing to use the power of self-will,
Their arrogance devastated Earth as badly as the technologists who came before.
Leaving future generations with shattered pieces to shape back into a dismal life.

Old texts explain these stones’ purposes and give the time of fruition.
How numerous spirits are unleashed from their stone prisons by the moon rays.
Translucent, shapeless embodiments of evil that skim rapidly over the nearby towns,
Burning homes and crops, chasing people into caves with piercing, whining sounds
Until the lightness on the edge of the night sky becomes the bright sunlight of day,
These spirits slowly move back to their stone prisons to wait another thousand years.

I do not hide with the whimpering, frightened people in caves burrowed deep in mountains,
Praying for an early sunrise to drive the Rim spirits back to their stones.
Someone must stop the wizards’ infernal persecution of people with their macabre playthings.
With the Chief, my father’s blessing, I take the Jasper spear, a special relic from the past
Created by compassionate, farseeing seers who saw the end of wizardry devastation.
The handle of the golden spear is as long as I am tall and has a silver tip on its end.
Runes and carvings of strange animals with wings decorate the metal surface.
The spear is light to carry and seems more of a friend than a weapon.

Grey spirits begin to ooze from the yellowish-brown Rim stones.
I stand up from my crouched position behind a boulder at the cliff’s edge.
Raising the spear high above my head of short-black hair,
I throw the spear at the middle stone, a sudden wind carries the spear to its mark.
The tip of the spear sinks deeply into the stone causing the stone and its neighbors
To crack and crumble into dust with a loud snap and clatter.
The spirits howl with ear-piercing, shrill sounds and disappear in the roiling dust.
In a few seconds, there is silence. Joyous quiet at the end of another wizard’s madness.
I crawl down the steep side of the cliff clutching at protruding rocks to the beach,
Walking cautiously across the sand I go to retrieve the spear.
It is intact and seems brighter in the morning sunlight.
The Jasper spear will be needed again to destroy future diabolical schemes.

Hazel Ann Lee is an American author who recently published a book of original science poems and sci-fi short stories titled The Astronaut’s Window: Collection of Poems and Short Stories Celebrating Nature, and the moving, environmental science fiction poem titled “Last Seen Sunset” was published in the Star*Line Magazine Issue 43.4. Hazel Ann’s horror poem titled “Luna’s Midnight Escape” is online as an audio recording on the SFPA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association) 2020 Halloween Poetry Reading webpage at the https://www.sfpoetry.com/halloween.html