Spirits arose from the crimson glow of the pit,
illuminated by the hell
beneath and the moon above.
Bat screech maledictions
underlay the charcoal crackles,
permeating the phosphorescing
skeletal branches
of the forsaken woods,
dry, rusty death covering
its floor. The witches
slept, their cauldrons
long removed from Hades’ flames,
their enchantments
continued to echo into the darkness,
awaking crows from their
dreams of rotting flesh,
forcing the flies to
concede their struggle with the web,
and devouring the king
spider by his own miserable appetites.
Murder and starvation rang
throughout the wilderness
as the sullen wolf howls
unheard lamentations
among the unscathed
corpses of the pack choked
out by the phantoms of
the night. The curse
spread like a plague
through the morbid forest
leaving few to tell the
tale
when morning’s light
finally fell upon the ashen,
smoke-scented cemetery.
***
(Minneapolis, MN -- December, 2017)
More spooky, surrealist angst depicting the ghosts left behind by a wildfire.
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