The Day Of….

 

The day of the crows arise
Blanketing illumination…
Masses gather encircling
Praying in an illucid mantra
“Lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul to keep”

 

Droplets of blood befall
Dripping upon lines of dementia
Separating insanity from sanity
Serpents slither and hiss
Echoing in waylaid souls

 

Offspring lay inside hours of darkness
Gathering in circles of discontent
Opening doors to forbidden pain
Bathing in fallen leaves
Of natures death
As seducing spiders gather
Searching for dark whispers
Of lost forgotten innocence…
…Fangs dripping in desire

 

Shadows amalgamate from twilight’s blanket
Inducing reverse birth
Collapsing into oneself
Evaporating into barrenness
Of yesterdays duplicity

 

To breathe no more
Amid an Invocation

Of darkness and betrayal

 

The day of the crows arise
Blanketing illumination
Masses gather encircling
Praying in an illucid mantra
“lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul to keep”

 

Author: Kimmy Jean

Copyright 3/2010