Red Poison

full, bright, tonight’s dusk delight

orange flow, felt over all my skin,

as in might, moon sees sight

constructed a quiet evil twin

first bred from the being, wulf

ran colors down, across the horizon,

seasons only for the werewolf

unhappy on oak, but chosen

perhaps a beast, dug up dead

perhaps boiling, or frozen,

tired or beaten, gone to bed

blood dripped, like red poison

love’s running forever, then time

new poison lodged in an alkaline mine

the fog- mires engulf stone and peat

bogs nearby with mosses, saw the plague,

shining of blue stones, cripple wheat

deathly ill, rotten, something vague

obsidian, the orange heal

electricity, fire and ice-

stolen to other places, gifted steel  

the smog protects all, may suffice

there’s a coolness to this place

at the bog, creatures are kept in,

supposed to be good, in this case

first born ever, love’s red poison

where the bog ends, the heart shows

the wall still holds, lovers like us happily juxtapose