Thursday, November 4, 2010

Ritual




I saw you beneath the moonlight’s brow
Feasting…gnawing...forbidden
Bathed by the flowing night
You frolic at what is hidden

Fleeting movements that you designed
To cover and reel over
Dark claws raised to spite
Praying not to be discovered

Like a witness to a ghastly sacrifice
I cower…I flounder
As I move to peek from behind
A  desecration a great desolation


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