I saw him there under the
treeroots lurking
It was dark thereunder, but he
beckoned darker
*Still your rotting mouth
Shut your eldritch eyes,
or everywhere you'll see him*
I saw him by night in
my window screaming
He had his owlface on
with eyes like
nectar-filled lamps
*Turn away your brittle body
Draw the covers to your chin
and bear the beak in mind*
I saw him on Sunday
in the churchyard digging
He laid the bones of my Father
in the wet wormsoil
for marrow cracked and clean
*Stand still your writhen legs
You cast a shadow over him,
and he reaches up towards it*
I saw him on the strand
in my lover's face seething
He took my lips in his
and breathed into me
her still beating embers
I walked the path back alone,
full of ash
I went to my knees at the altar
and tried to *****
I saw him in the steepled tower
by me standing
He opened his mouth
and whispered the words
I craved to hear
I stood over their graves
and cast no shadow
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I saw him there under the
treeroots lurking
It was dark thereunder, but he
beckoned darker
*Still your rotting mouth
Shut your eldritch eyes,
or everywhere you'll see him*
I saw him by night in
my window screaming
He had his owlface on
with eyes like
nectar-filled lamps
*Turn away your brittle body
Draw the covers to your chin
and bear the beak in mind*
I saw him on Sunday
in the churchyard digging
He laid the bones of my Father
in the wet wormsoil
for marrow cracked and clean
*Stand still your writhen legs
You cast a shadow over him,
and he reaches up towards it*
I saw him on the strand
in my lover's face seething
He took my lips in his
and breathed into me
her still beating embers
I walked the path back alone,
full of ash
I went to my knees at the altar
and tried to *****
I saw him in the steepled tower
by me standing
He opened his mouth
and whispered the words
I craved to hear
I stood over their graves
and cast no shadow
