Traces of pawprints align and accumulate amongst the snow
The dusk casts the dawn away and tended their corpse
A vicious sound emanating, rusing the serenity of the twilight
"Papa, will you be home tonight?"
"Will you be carrying the candles again?"
"Will you stay with us tonight?"
Perpending echoes of the penumbra when the moon,
obscures, the darkened ceiling.
Slits of dim candlelight seep past the surface, a ****** demise
Crimson seeping, bubbled wine, creasing the remnants of the promise
My dearest, sweetest, purest child,
Amongst the veils of fireflies, the canids prowl through the streets
A deceitful parade amongst the illusion exposed,
The peaceful tracts are no more - I was struck.
The canids howl a sonorous melody, riveting, disconcerting harmonies
On the brink of the dying night, in a universe we brought so forth
The lingering of the slivers of silver shining,
the paradox of incongruent paths intertwining,
For each flame ceases in a communal suicide, the wolves stalk the solemn night.
The philosophy that was taught for generations and beyond,
It existed no more.
Beyond the blanket of hope and comfort, the warm amber rises
Stroking the pack, exuviating their hollow molt.
I was stranded here, on the island of scarlet
Roses floundering, thousands of rotten corpses
Fragrant luscious decadence, like candy to efflorescence
Floundering petals in hues of auburn and gold
Diluting to pallid gore.
"I will be home tonight"
"Smiling amongst the candlelight"
"For your dearest smile I recollected..."
"... and bled out once more"