The awaited bottom
Is but a thump
Another
Life down
Another bump
Upon yer soul
Upon your
Quasi Moto
****
We gather lifetimes
Of spiritual lumps
....

If I were the monster
Under your bed
Restlessly awaiting
Your attempt at rest
I would insist
Your fears be met
Silently plotting
To make your sheets wet

As chill bumps climb
Down your **** spine
I'd sense you were one
Of the sleepy kind
As short hair *****
On the small of your neck
Let go and just connect
You're feeling fearfully fine
My claws rip into your dreams
Heavenly Hell's ecstasy
Is what you'll scream
If you make your monster me!

I danced beyond the moonlight
To the beat of ghostly drums.
My heart abandoned to the rhythm;
My soul plucked among the thrums.

Feathers netted in my hair,
Eyes painted rust and red—
I chanted for the living
As I danced among the dead.

The stars spied behind Moon's halo
With a dark and hungry glee.
They knew not of what they witnessed,
Only a stolen jubilee.

As I danced beyond their eyes
Beneath the umbra of starry night,
The demons joined in droves,
And we danced into the night.