into the awaiting foaming jaws of death,
we dwell tonight, misfits of something
gone before, bodies perished incinerated,
and scattered out at dawn. “come with me,”
she said, “nothing is worth your while here
in this cold realm of the damned.”
they will caress your ravens wings and
alabaster halo, alas vengeful resting crowns
embedded with dire sapphires and mystic
ocean chanties. when at midnight
you choose to cross that jagged, milken,
bone bridge. a gateway opens into the
new born labyrinth, greet the maker and
the creator of mild heavens and earth.
a blood rooster crowing, shall lead the way.
L.W. Russell 2013 ©
Castles forged in snow white sands,
battle weary soldiers in simple form,
scuttle along, encased in drab armor.
Damsels trapped, captive within the
clouds of snowy rapture, weeping;
while an unfathomable liquid beauty
storms what was once some calm
walled existence. Awake, the voices
whispered at blood lotus dawn, this
dream has now ended.
L.W. Russell © 2013