The demons dance,
ominously disguised
as Monsoon clouds,
hovering above the
slick, crimsoned altar.
One more heart,
one more soul,
one more sacrifice
might make the toll.
Life-blood River
deposits iron
on the pyramid's
sculpted stone
cascading, absorbing deep, flooding the gates of hell.
On a canoe of bone
the King embarked
to negotiate peace
with the underworld rule.
"No more blood,
no more skulls
no more souls",
said the Lord . ...
"your time has come.
No more bargaining fool"
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
The demons dance,
ominously disguised
as Monsoon clouds,
hovering above the
slick, crimsoned altar.
One more heart,
one more soul,
one more sacrifice
might make the toll.
Life-blood River
deposits iron
on the pyramid's
sculpted stone
cascading, absorbing deep, flooding the gates of hell.
On a canoe of bone
the King embarked
to negotiate peace
with the underworld rule.
"No more blood,
no more skulls
no more souls",
said the Lord . ...
"your time has come.
No more bargaining fool"
Poem to complement a recently completed blow-torch, pencil and watercolor painting on raw edge wood. See profile background pic.
