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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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