Alma.

Tempting serpent I can hear your harmonies,
Preying on the dreams of the ******
Wings of a raven, soaring through
The bleeding sky where the sun rises from the flame.  

The laughing spirit
Earthbound to the ground, you fantasize
With the moon,
And live through the sun.  

Your lips kiss the wind, embracing the organisms of beauty.
Your eyes saturate my internal deception.
My wall,
Invading what others seem to avoid.  

Weeping willow,  
Your roots chained, imprisoned by the soil.

The dark dance of the night, quivers your skin.

It’s cold, so cold, I see the desolate wind as your comforting blanket.
Left to rot, left to parish with the needy maggots.
Debris of the wind,
Dancing on the destiny chosen by the day  
  
****** spoken predator,
Devouring the false truth of life.
Finding freedom, hiding from the brutal
Beating of Father Society.  
  
Live on as the spirit you were born to be.