Witchs' PyreA Poem by TricessimusMy Halloween offering
Fresh breath of burnings and Oak
Stoke pillars of smoke that linger Wringing the last drops of plum From the full red moon And soon the pageantry of angled stars With mangled bars of tangled light Fighting circles through the ebon sea of light Might be snuffed entirely 'Neath blotted sky the licks of flame Lay claim to an unrepented shame From the names of the witches And their cries through stitched lips Whipping up a frenzy in the bile-filled host Most danced and jeered, entranced by the fear And screams of an oak-bound gore-fest A forest of the Wyrd which crackle and seer Dawn's arrows narrowed and pierced the bloom Fierce gloom ash clung among the charred columns Scarred.golems droop, bound and bowed but unkneeling Reeling in their squaller spent revelers begin to stir The cleansing orgy completed, they returned to their lives and forgot But some things cannot be burnt and rot away Like a copse of corpses which draws nary a whisper by day It's unwize to turn the eye from smoldering sin Every blood moon the scent of seered flesh lingers © 2021 TricessimusReviews
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