Misted ground
kept
tombs past
broken
robbed
bodies scattered
bones
reconnected
one part you
one part me
one part of everything.
You hunt.
I haunt.
Dancer of dark
silent
shadow stalking
lust permeating
building
fight the voices
succumb
awaken
drenched
soaked
in innocent blood.
Erected
bones
jaw agape
final scream plagued
prisoners encaged
cells of warped bone
I
the sentinel
hung on cross
first victim
last sight seen
shade hovers
tears falling
unhallowed ground
sanctified
purified
spilled blood
finally
executioner
executed.
©August 18/20
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