Three Orchids & a Widow

Disc of creasant rising 

Kneeled over bent moon hath wept 

Under molten tides writhing 

Where shadow rites once slept 

Reside in the summoning hail 

Where fog light blinds out want 

The gasping gaunt'd grin presides 

Over rushing reeds of dirt 

Notions, my witness 

I see into the sky. 

Closet, my limits 

Fear in me resides. 

Throwing an hour of balefire 

Skin willed strength as stone, 

Sulfuring sweat in ashen heaps 

Caress the weeping one. 

We hold hands in this nightmare 

Laid to rest in your funeral gown 

Whispered cosmos splatter ink 

On these granite slates, we're bound. 

Rue this day old moss reviled 

The birth of the earth-eating land, 

Weary bones of feral madness 

Resting in the watcher's glance. 

Correct, my weakness 

Look into the night. 

Bed, my demons 

Living with fear inside. 

Shatter what you capture 

A weak will turned to want, 

There's no point in pointing out 

The nothingness in resting once.