November 13, 2008
Black of bone
And blue of blood,
Covered in the skin of death
And the sweat of frost.
Wings of nox
Rise above the mist
And eyes of claret rain
Stare sightlessly on.
A boned arm rises,
Pulls souls from tombs,

The Earth screams in violence
And raises her roots;
Passes her boughs above
The Lucifer
And draws him back to herself.
And while the Earth asserts her vows,
The dance macabre wanders on.

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