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
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
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
29.10.2012
