Mistica Chronicles

Welcome to Issue 47

Moonchild25 Winning Entry

In the Whacking Fields:

I watch them, in half a daze this time of year
the znakes all try to slither-
Their tails bent, their heads starry,
and their slither all a dither.

From afar i spot the enraged revelry-men,
Batons raised, masked and ready.
They roar, prepared for the advance,
I hear the horns sound as they pounce, steady.

The Field is set for the Whacking,
The two sides prepared and barely sealed.
For soon the day approaches of the final advance,
When i'll see them race across the Field feet smacking,
Against the flat grass of the Whacking Field.