A Look in the Mirror

A box that holds loons for an eternity is found by a river for quick disposal.  It is time to mark the rictor scale for these, very conscious, Wiccan hoards.  My valiant knight surveyed the landscape today, and found me absent in every way.  There will be a reckoning, and it will become a space of detention.  I fight for a new way around me, but I must step carefully.  There are snakes in that space, and they will swarm soon enough.  Everything is terrifying, but delicate study can calm the nerves.  I outed the evil quickly and walked away.  No one will have memory soon enough.  Poison is in control every day.  Against these evil entities, sheriff authority enters.  They have done their own studies, and they do believe the actual reality.  Deny and it will be you.  You may look in the mirror and not know who you are, actually.