The conjuror

 The clearing was bare short clumped grass 
no higher than an ankle 
The soothsayer strode forward from the darkness
of the edge

His head inside his hood
his hands clasped
the solemn afternoon
was a swirl of fleeting light

The hull and husk of dead trees holding back the rest of the forest
skeletal and oppressive pale and obstructive
The soothsayer eyes them as if alive
then turned back to the grass

The open palm opens the earth
and through it comes the alter
the skies darken and the woods around rustle 
the alter rises and on it´s slate rock top the unknown rune

In the windless darkened sky the rune reflects a glow 
within the nimbus
The air bewitched
Overcome by the imprecation
seduced by the malison

The conjuror absorbed the storm
fingers on fire
Hair fell from the hood
and the face was revealed as lightning crashed

seven wolves poked out of the undergrowth
forming a circle around the alter
eyes lit up nostrils flared
The soothsayer put his hand on the alter

Lightning burst out
from about 2 kilometers high
arching down onto the man
lighting the rest of him like an incendiary