Laid Out Like a Lamb for the Sacrificial Slaughter

The graven images

project dignity

cloaked in black judicial robes

that form the legs of support

for the tainted altar.

A final test--

The trial of temptation.

Unwillingly,

in not-so-blind faith,

I offer

the sacrificial symbol;

a hidden piece of my soul

worrying lines of wrinkles,

its agitation waking sleep.

Judgement, old biddy she is

stares through my flesh

with binoculars of magnification

scenting fear's blood.

Her basic insecurities

conjure up demonic nature

that punctures my neck to suck it dry.

She mounts her broomstick

and flies to the gathering place.

A mysterious black feline with nine lives

gossips viciously,

till she tires of the game

and rips the flesh from the bone.

Rejection breeds

an empty carcass

that once held dim hope

of redemption

from that serpent

who wears a diamond mask

and preaches purity.

Reviews

[A hare off]

Quite dark and extremely creepy. This poem wreaks of fear and maybe loathing. Kind of makes me think of the Salem witch trials. Well done Cyndy.

[Cyndy Robinson]

Sorry, I have a lot of dark poetry, not all though, lol.