The moon wrenches itself again
from the land, cold as wind
upon a grave, pristine
in the symmetry of splotches
that scar a once ancient Goddess,
and howls with a silent appeal
I am hungry for her blood
curdled to ambrosiac dust
and for her name to be recited
upon cracked lips wanting
for nourishment greater
than any crescent roll could give
The moon rising, apparitional essence,
affords me the hunger to live,
the lust of resurrection Mary
is insidious in it's sorrow
and intoxicating in it's fear
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
Happy Halloween. A volume of Horrible Haunts & Twisted Tales taken from the horror books La Belle Rouge has written every October for a decade and a half. If you have read her works in the horror genre, you know the invitation is for you to enjoy thr
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This is very imaginative and creative. I like this.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)