Half-moon madness
and the promise it brings

We file in-
the church bell rings

The dead exist
in spirit form
The face of illness
drawn, forlorn

Atop the hill where
witches hanged
Negotioate the
stiff terrain

Dripping slowly
leaking driving
prisoners 
       and
punishers alike
         in
      sane

The laughter of
our youths is stilled
and silence falls,
as if 'twere willed

And darkness is
the blanket covering
bodies that are
damp & chilled

The frightened glance
of passersby as
madman bellows
at the sky

And I-
I wander 'til
I die and
sacrificial virgins
lie