Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching andone book of photography, Through My Eyes. Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.
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Part One – The Storm It came overnight, grey clouds covered our usual shining village. In every corner the skies anger was apparent. All you could hear were violent cries from above. For villagers that got infected their bodies acted like it was a common flu. Cold sweats, coughing, loss of voice, red eyes. Their agony filled the night, raspy moans of pain. Over the span of days villagers never got better. Noticably thin and weak or they stopped breathing altogether. So many bodies from all over the village. The sickness did not discriminate. People who were considered poor or people who were considered rich, all were taken away. Spirits that you could see floating to the dark sky. Part Two – The Witch Storming out of her home came our village’s witch, determined, emanding silence. All eyes of tired fear were upon her. She said the Nighttime Walkers came to her walls as she slept with words of survivial. We were to take the sick and put them together to heal over time. The thin and weakened were also to be sent to a home to be alone together so the sickness would not be spread to others. the rest of us were to cover our skin, gloves on hands, covering over the majority of our aces to take away from spreading the disease. The Witch said she would wait for mre voices to know what more was to be done. All we could do was wait. Part Three – The Wait The wait and silence was mentally fatiguing. Al we did was sit in the darkness of our homes. It took so many days to divide the sick and the healthy. When or if the sick got any better, we hoped that they would walk out of their shelter on their own. Some of the villagers did daily. One would come out however two would go in. So hard mentally. Waiting, hoping fmaily would at least crawl out. Tears when they did not. Madness was taking over from the alone feeling. Isolating away, minds were starting to play tricks. Part Four – Mind Tricks During the day you could walk around. Usual favourite wood path, the best place to get air was not that way during this time. Maybe it was all the alone time but it seemed the branches were gripping my skin, words coming out of the bark. Swear the woods were mischevious smiling at me. Wish it was hallucinations however the nighttime was worse. Would love to say they wre bad dreams. From my bed, rain was heard thundering down, blowing with winds. Punching the village homes. That was not the end of it. The screams from the dark clouds echoed for everyone’s ears. When I dared look at the sky my eyes saw large winged brids circling, battling, causing the storms. The eyes playing with me. May have been the lack of sleep but swear by what I saw. So afraid of what was happening. Part Five – The Village The village was taking a beating, animals were feeling the fear and were staying out of the pastures. Hiding away, not to be seen. With night rains mud was everywhere. You would sink with each step. The feeling all over was helplessness for those of us that were not sick. The uncertainty of not knowing about family and friends that were not seen. The scent was overwhelming of the members that were not breathing. Villagers tried to bury. The task was too large. The crawling bugs and predaters that hunted came to try to eat. The atmosphere of dread was in all of our bones especially since you did not know if you were to get sick and what would happen if you did. All felt like cowards, letting our ancestors down with not giving proper homage. If there was an after this, the village would never be the same we thought. Part Six – Mammon Screaming, the Witch, came running from home to home, delirious, repeating the same word over and over. Mammon. At first we did not understand why she was saying the name repeatedly until our Witch caught her breath and told us why. In a deep state voices came to her mind on how or what would cause this sickness overtaking all of us. One person, Mammon. Mammon was a promenent figure here. He had the best land and fortunes at one time. Generous to all with his fortune until his land became sour. Mammon started demanding any field, al animals from all farm lands. Mammon’s demands would have bankrupted all of the villagers. He wanted the power turning to greed. The villagers said no to all of the demands sending Mammon back to his mansion located on the outside of the village. His fields became overgrown when he disappeared. For years no one saw him. Now the Witch was saying Mammon was the cause. Part Seven – The Plan Our Witch said Mammon consulted the Warlocks of the Seas, bringing them in to create the spreading plague. With no one left the lands were his to have. To fight back the Witch explained the healing plan. A ceremony to be held in the middle of the village center. A place where so many happy moment happened before these trying times. Those of us that were healthy were to make a circle, arms connected to each of us, eyes closed, chanting to the sky. We were to perform this at night, standing in the violent rains, deeps in the ground’s mud. The thought of facing this brought fear and anxiety. We were to circle around a sacred symbol. The Witch explained the symbols were told to us. We were to bring out the villagers that had passed and those that were sick. Part Eight – The Ceremony With broken hearts we started bringing bodies to the center of the village. To see who had been taken was so heartbreaking. We all fought tears to build our ceremonial temple. The rush was on to have everything ready before the skies started to fully fight as it had been. As the first drops of rain was starting to hit from above we all locked arms, standing in the sinking ground. Our Witch started the chants and we all followed as it grew darker. All of us had our eyes closed, chanting over and over again. Fighting not to lose focus when we heard the violent screams from the creatures in the dark clouds. They seemed to create more rain, thunder and lightening. The longer we stood, the noise and fear, deafening. Out of nowhere a fire exploded upward from our temple of the fallen directly to the storm, creating murderous screaming. We, somehow, kept holding all of our arms together as the earth shook and the sky exploded ending the rains that had been beating us. Part Nine – The Healing All of us collapsed. It took a moment or two to realize the storm had stopped beating us. Night full of stars, a welcoming sight. We watched in astonishment to our temple came alive. The sick and the dead coming alive. healed. The teas of thankfulness started and did not stop. Families reunited, holding tight. The Witch held by all, singing her praises. Even as we were happy with the celebration of life each villager knew we would never be the same again.