Hanging Tree
i first saw her image in a dark devil dream
in a field full of scarecrows,vultures,and screams
her raw radiation was poison to me
black hair like a raven...just a ravenous seed
too scarred to approach...she pulled on the reigns
like a battle queen vixen with sharp steely teeth
"there's beauty in death"...that's what she said to me
i gasped to reply but just gazed instead...she talks to the living she talks to the dead
our tongues tangled violence like dragons in heat
we made love underneath the hanging tree
night after night she visited my dreams
and like a vampire by morning she vanished...unseen
her name was wormwood...it was tatooed on her back
the sulfur and sweat flowed like waters of wrath
she got what she wanted and she fulfilled her needs
we made love every night underneath the hanging tree
but soon i discovered a liar of lust...my soul she would bleed
like mutants breed our ceremonies became carnivorous...she put the blister on the bliss
i'm running away but won't be missed
her tongue twisting like a serpent...now i'm a humble servant
she pulls a scarlet rope from her mouth of madness...she smiles an evil grin and puts her
neck in a noose...rope over the limb like a lightning bolt
now i must join her cause the beast is now loose...nothing to gain and nothing to lose
the field burns with fury and fire and together we swing...
we make love forever underneath the hanging tree
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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