In the Razor Light

Beware friends bearing strange fruits the shadow cloaked in whispers promises of delights bloody sights A Crescent glows nigh ravens black Hue of night only craves Dantes flames ravens black in the razor light Blind, I scream with delight spires gleam on the horizons Murders of crows gather on seams of midnight A cry of thrills, reach deep into the night Full of fright Beware friends bearing stange fruit Black, crimson, jade, frays, tangled and bleeds Rot, clots and skittering things Crows cry, crazy laughs in oblique and obsolete oblong halls if ruined hues, gleam bright on horizons razor edge Bloody black suns Eclipse halos of fire Blind, I scream into fractured rooms Towering houses silhouetted, dire. All my fears my dreams my infinities bleed Beware of friends in dark halls Absent and absolute Ravens dream I scream As shadows seep Things burn Into the deep black hued oblivion I whisper a prayer to nothing.. And stare. 4/21/21 JET