Scorpions and Horses

Tonight I'll saddle up the scorpion kicking to hell its armored flanks ratchet legs charging straight ahead poison lance hovering above my head claws snapping at the cooling desert wind, hunting for fiery pieces of moon tinged sin. I'll romp with a band of glass blown vamps in Bosh's tasselled garden of earthly delights- Come sunrise, i'll dismount my poisonous tank don a tie and ride a three piece suited pegasus.