Sanguineous Glory
The crimson death serpent growls over the icy field
where the silence of the stilling meadow forever reaps;
Knowing the servants to death knells whisper to hollow’s morn,
the hunters moon awakens in all her sanguineous glory…
…as the winnowing spirits sing to hours of darkness, they gather beneath the elm tree encircling the stoned mount of truth under the haunted archway;
Sheltering the pining forest of the trees with cross bones & deadwood
a warning rises from the untold secrets that have been buried deep.
Dark Poetry October 2011
© By: Vickie L. McColley
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