sirens give chase
hungry for blood
as they slither
over the cliffs
in the midnight hour
i slip on
the slickness
of wet rock
as i fall
in my nightmare
i clench my feet
on nothing
how desperate
i still cling
when all hope
is long lost
sometimes
i get so flushed
at the prospect
of the inevitable
i wake my mind moribund
eyes clear but sad
the way new day breaks on a funereal morning
a portal taunts
the moon into her bed
her silhouette
shedding silver lining
as she writhes beneath
burgundy brocade
i light the candle
where darkness is dining
and within whose depths
i meet my own eye
forever finding
myself changed again
how delicate its scrutiny
how faithful to a fault
that i should fall
in love with each
grateful for every echo
she pulls me in
for one last kiss
she’s a sideways haunt
in a world with ample sheen
