The Horned Lord Nears
Burying a body is hard.
The beauty of midnight, Is that it glows. Under the pale envy of the moon. Its infinite dark wonders, Hide in the shadows. It has known a winter’s breeze, And I have felt its cold kiss down to my bones. It has been many summer nights, A warm touch to caress bare flesh. I’ve seen […]
Tearing the flesh from his bones with forks and knives made of coral. They enjoyed a freshly caught meal.