Their wailing shrieks, unutterable
only deepened the icy december chill,
howling sirens blown upon the wind
sweeping amongst gnarled juniper
clinging tenaciously to this craggy spit
jutting out into the ocean’s way which
crashed relentlessly foaming against
boulders strewn from eroding cliffs.
 
An early morning mist melded
almost imperceptibly with smoke
wafting from the blazing fire where
their nocturnal rituals drew more
than their incantations bargained for.
Wildly the flames seemed to lick
their naked lifeless flesh which lay
barren upon the frigid earth and
appeared to consume them whole,
leaving thirteen ashen skeletons
whipped into dust and nothingness
as if wraiths riding into oblivion
at the whimsy of the wind’s command.
 
Westerly, a bloodstained full moon
declines in an eclipse of dawn’s light
leaving no trace, save dying embers
reflected in seas no longer… tormented.
 

01/12/2002

Posted on 06/24/2003
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