Snake Pit

Not always

when moon is full

mist

thick

wends between ankles

rusted bars

before your eyes

does arise

monstrosity

bleeding stone

wracked

ruined

screams

tortured

serenade your nightmares

calling forth

beasts

wicked and foul

rending

heart and hearth

tearing from you

all the way

sending

screaming torturous

headlong into dark night

gathered into ebon arms

even as

clutching at worn gate

born through…..

dead eyes

sorrow

caught

wrapped

sent to dine

these corridors

wander in faith

we shall find you

we can smell you

we can nearly touch you…..

©Dec. 9/20

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