there's stumbling afoot, there's toes tapping along the streets
they've got their flames, their fires, and their faces are gaunt
lips stained with blood like hawaiian punch, an aftermath of beets
long fingers grab shovels, swords, and anything else they can flaunt
the architecture is older than the gods, eons have passed between
the construction of this wretched, horrible, stench-ridden place
a man roams in the graveyard, mourning a loss, and if you're keen
you'll know his sorrowing past, but flinch each time you see his face
but there's something deeper, underneath the depths of town
there's eyes which witness nightmares, abound with suctions and tales
their heads are caged, their minds are blown, the maidens insanely profound
there's an elder brain beating at the bottom of the abyss, if all else fails
and the hunter pursues, the contract signed
the moon yowled, the bloody sun whined
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
