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by Volfet
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Fantasy · #1362894
Reoccurring Animus.
barren fields gripped cold
  by dieing winds
a house decayed
  among the underbrush
through a window
  a yellow light shined
from within

silent,
  but the squealing sounds
madly,
  rats with starving eyes
raced across a
  wood plank floor
outside, in the forest,
  laughter echoed

a child's face lifted
  to greet the black sky
eyes blazed, mouths opened,
  tongues sing
to the coming of Winter
  in Fall's despair

above,
  the limbs of the trees
whirled and twist
an owl called
the earth moved

soft, warm hands gripped
a fire, like a flower,
  blossomed
we burn within

softly,
  a melody echoed
slowly,
  a dance began
pass the wine,
  red and hot
the sweet blood
  of a serpant

voices sing,
  half in unison
  half in despair
tongues grow coarse
  with laughter
eyes shined

whispers floated
  in the dark air
"we who once were
  shall be again'
some fell suddenly
to their knees
  folded hands raised
  against the night

voices chanted
the flames consumed
  the tree
upward, upward,
  burning, embracing,
  devouring
the sky

on a limb,
  a black bird sang
in the flames,
  a skeleton appeared
gyrating, staring,
  the mandible hang open
silently screaming

"what do the dead dream of?"
a woman spoke with
  a crooked smile
a sparkle in her eyes
a light shined from within

muddy arms
bloody hands
pallid face
dated dress

hands held hands
eyes held eyes
feet stopped
all fell

limbs entangled
as bodies whirled and twisted
  into unnatural shapes
entwined like vines
my fingers caressed
  an ice-cold breast
a strange smile
she erupted

sweating, choking,
  smothering
through the jagged trees
beneath the starless sky
  i chase the doe

around my forehead
  the branches like thorns
cut

by an open,
  unmark grave
on dead, decaying leaves
laughing hysterically
  she fell

i descend

a struggle, we join
into my ear,
  she whispered

"life tis not
  an April dream."
"love tis not
  a beauty queen."
a slit tongue slide
  between my lips

the earth opened
i am falling
the flames devoured

hip bone pumping
hand bones clenching
open skull screaming

i am falling

holding tight,
i spiral into the
  endless night.
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