The Rolling Calf

A Caribbean mythical ghost story

The eyes of the Rolling Calf was bright 

galloping through the villages at night, 

with scary looks that froze the eye 

flames in fear made stricken hearts cry.

In what distant past did a myth exercise

sacred rites burnt in the fire of surprise

on what Alter did the occult aspire? 

What daring hand reached into the fire? 

And what sacrifice made strong the black art

to frisk the pulsating rhythm of our heart? 

When from within each beat began to sink, 

what terror causes the eyes not to blink? 

When the spasm open into a dark entrance

the soul is grimly chained in a furnace, 

what conjuring evil? Can creep and grasp

the meek with deadly claws of terrors clasp? 

Stars from our eyes and threw them down

did rolling calf smile when its work was done? 

leaving terrified souls speechless and dumb

back into practice, disguised trick succumb. 

The eyes of the Rolling Calf faded with light 

retreating through the atmosphere of the night, 

into frightful dreams which close the eye 

of stories that made stricken hearts cry.