Vampire ButterfliesVampire Butterflies7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a flourescent cloud of orange and black
flits its way through the crack
in the fog and in the night,
where shadows too take flight,
and Death's poison won't take them back.
til sun's rays pierce the mist,
when to shadows scatter, lift;
the cloud disperses in the trees
orange and black to brown and green:
where they feed when day exists.
til extinguished with onset storm,
and chill flood and drown the warm;
dusk devours the last of day
as the light slinks away,
and the living retreat in alarm.
St HalloweenSt Halloween7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the orange and black flitted away,
a butterfly not meant to stay,
an ideology lost to the breeze,
feeding on poison that drips from the trees.
he smiles to the mirror but it won't smile back;
he lives drenched in shadows of orange and black;
he sleeps through the clam and wakes for the storm;
befriends eccentricity and flees the norm.
the orange for Selene when dusk enshrouds,
and Helios does pierce the clouds.
black for the shadows that arise in the night,
when whispers come to amplify your fright.
MonarchMonarch7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a dance in the darkness,
a stab in the light,
wings like fingertips
caught in midflight.
a flash of the sun,
scrotched by the moon
peter out poisons
that misspelled doom.
a knowing whisper,
hide in the mirror
that I'm trapped inside.