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• It’s that time of year when folks are gearing up for All Hallows’ Eve, so I thought I’d start posting some creepy, fun and scary pieces in spirit of the season. First up, a bit of “wolfy” wonder in the first-person. *

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BLOOD MOON (free verse)

Luna peeked over
the reach ... rouge-red, but
shedding blush the
higher she crept up the starry vault ...
I mused at the irony -
blood leaving her ancient cheeks,
dripping the fiery curse into me,
my veins boiling all the
more with each bit of her
face exposed ...

go ahead, ol' girl, (I thought)
we've spun this dance before, you
and I - I know the slow
steps well, and they always end the
same - with your visage as
pale as a porcelain doll's,
and my madness
coursing white-hot,
the visceral chaos pulling me
down into a simmering
blackness, where the
animal is ALL, and the man is
unholy conflagration ...

as the lower hem
of her crimson countenance finally
pinched free of the horizon,
the last measure of
sanity left me, and as countless
times before - years upon years of this
‘malediction of the damned’ -
my thoughts tumbled into
an inky delirium of
fever ...

my horrid transmutation
finally complete, she continued
her lazy, enigmatic ascent
of the heavens,
and my monthly quest for
blood ...
began.

• It’s that time of year when folks are gearing up for All Hallows’ Eve, so I thought I’d start posting some creepy, fun and scary pieces in spirit of the season. First up, a bit of “wolfy” wonder in the first-person. *

       ~
  

BLOOD MOON (free verse)

Luna peeked over
the reach ... rouge-red, but
shedding blush the
higher she crept up the starry vault ...
I mused at the irony -
blood leaving her ancient cheeks,
dripping the fiery curse into me,
my veins boiling all the
more with each bit of her
face exposed ...

go ahead, ol' girl, (I thought)
we've spun this dance before, you
and I - I know the slow
steps well, and they always end the
same - with your visage as
pale as a porcelain doll's,
and my madness
coursing white-hot,
the visceral chaos pulling me
down into a simmering
blackness, where the
animal is ALL, and the man is
unholy conflagration ...

as the lower hem
of her crimson countenance finally
pinched free of the horizon,
the last measure of
sanity left me, and as countless
times before - years upon years of this
‘malediction of the damned’ -
my thoughts tumbled into
an inky delirium of
fever ...

my horrid transmutation
finally complete, she continued
her lazy, enigmatic ascent
of the heavens,
and my monthly quest for
blood and flesh ...

• It’s that time of year when folks are gearing up for All Hallows’ Eve, so I thought I’d start posting some creepy, fun and scary pieces in spirit of the season. First up, a bit of “wolfy” wonder in the first-person. *

       ~
  

BLOOD MOON (free verse)

Luna peeked over
the reach ... rouge-red, but
shedding blush the
higher she crept up the starry vault ...
I mused at the irony -
blood leaving her ancient cheeks,
dripping the fiery curse into me,
my veins boiling all the
more with each bit of her
face exposed ...

go ahead, ol' girl, (I thought)
we've spun this dance before, you
and I - I know the slow
steps well, and they always end the
same - with your visage as
pale as a porcelain doll's,
and my madness
coursing white-hot,
the visceral chaos pulling me
down into a simmering
blackness, where the
animal is ALL, and the man is
unholy conflagration ...

as the lower hem
of her crimson countenance finally
pinched free of the horizon,
the last measure of
sanity left me, and as countless
times before - years upon years of this
‘malediction of the damned’ -
my thoughts tumbled into
an inky delirium of
fever ...

my horrid transmutation
finally complete, she continued
her lazy, enigmatic ascent
of the heavens,
and my monthly quest for
blood and flesh

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