Poetry: Birthright




Midnight’s my birthright

stop peering at my haunted soul and come on in

let my darkness seep into  you like  blood through silk


Midnight’s my birthright

things undone under the Sun

things that creep and things that slither

things that beckon come hither


Midnight’s my birthright

Wolves howl and Gypsies dance

claws and tender flesh

limbs entwined as lovers mesh

playing games that make the Angels fall


Midnight’s my birthright

I’m a soothsayer and a dream maker

slip out of your mortality languidly

and I’ll teach you all about the wonderous abandonment of reality


Originally Published in Ragged Edge Publishing, 2006


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