Sacrifice

underneath the bridge

summoned by dark forces

came a wayward minstrel

riding two white horses

upon the light of Saffaron

she twisted so sanguine

offered up this chalice

called it muddy wine

floated over shoulder stiff

and sat just behind

a burial dirge dethroned

the giant dandelions

in azure feathers and solemn steps

a following did appear

from grain and milk and coyote thoughts

from rain and silk and feeding troughs

a village on the move

chants in their own tongue

unwitnessed ‘cept traditions

in forested tunnel halls

anchors and ropes and finest spice

flippers and snouts and talon’s claw

centers on sacrifice

in order to sacrifice you must first care

3 comments

    • pfiore8 on February 2, 2008 at 06:55

    i am a bundle

    just a little bundled ball

    i am all wrapped up

    surrounded

    hounded

    astounded

    by how cold and warm

    this lair is

    i am stowed away in winter white

    the snow holds me tight

    all layered in ice

    i barely move. breathing so shallow.

    yet it glitters and sparkles here

    it’s safe. nothing changes.

    time does not enter

    but hurries by on

    broad wind currents

    to tick tick tick

    for others. but not for me.

    i don’t want to be uncovered…

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