Dark demon whispers.
Foul murmurs of harm
and of the silent river.
Go take it
and give yourself up.
A doom of calamity,
feline and ebony.
Stalking with blind arms
and the uneven lungs of the sea.
Gone as youth
Gone as friends
and as the mother’s creed.
A house of jade bricks
sacked by southern thieves.
and crushed under dark-haired legion
and golden-haired desire
unto the end of all light.
Drawing unabashed
across sinister prarieland
and then gone in dark whispers.