Some One Behind You?
He glances neither right nor left
His mouth is sealed, his sense bereft
He stumbles as though blind
For he is summoned by the Eft
And he was hard to find.
The Eft have Things to do their work
Android or formless they may lurk
Where shadows fog the mind
For they thrive best in sluggish murk
And tight their tendrils bind.
Implacable and mute as stone
He is not flesh, He is not bone
He is not cruel or kind
He walks by night, but not alone
No matter where you hide or pray
Someday He’ll find you, yes, someday
He’ll come and stand behind
The head you cannot turn away
The eyes you cannot rind.
And then your terror, white or fane
Will make no difference, for pain
Both horrible and blind
Will dip into your cringing brain
And clutch your shrieking mind.
The icy touch of the embrace
Is cold, is colder than the trace
Of shadow undefined
That wakes you, screaming in the face
And when they see your vacant stare
Your white eyes, dead and blind
Beyond which mask unfocused there
Is crawling blackness twined
Take care, then, mortal man, beware
Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, March 1994.