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 © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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