Poems from Flower-of-the-Moon
Reality
A funny thing
That not all believe same
Ghost and ghouls
Spirits and sprites
Flinting out of sight
Tricks of light
Plays of...
falling leavesoh they swirl so silentdrifting almost too quitefor they die in masstheir support was brokentaken from themleaving them to...
Oh lord, look at the moonIs it not grace incarnateA force which tears the cries from my lungsHow I howl, howl, howlMy ritual for the night...
They scream and cry
Howl their pain
But some just ignore
Just ignore what they feel
They bleed and limp
Dying in vain
But some just keep...
Bones bones bones
Snap and crackle
Their pale white splinters
As they break under pressure
Our desire has caused this
Birthed this weight...