Samhain Moon:
the tides are turning,
currents rage,
leave my stomach
churning

Poetry becomes reality --

A Monster,
fashioned in the Blue Moon's rays
of saddened heart
and vengeful ways,

I part my lips,
swallow lightning bolts,
breathe in hurricanes
and instead, breathe out

Songs of Love and Pagan gods --

Sever the chains
of Death's clanging Chariot,
straddle the Steeds,
trap the Storm
in Shells and reeds,

Poetry becomes reality --

Wrapping verse around a concrete heart,
shatters of infinite forms
come together
In the Eye of the Storm