Arcane

Cold cast sheets, over trees
Turning them to ghosts

Black cold claws penetrate
Snowy winter shrouds

They point, and chuckle at me
With a ghostly silence

A hideous vengeance
Waits with redemption

Waking the rotting corpse in my mind
Held down with ghostly subconscious roots

She knocks on my sanity
With suckling temptation

She throws me her winter posy
With Holly prickled belladonna

Beautifully mulled

Seeping From her breast

She was so beautiful

but never mine

Muzzy Starr © 2009