Illness,
Rushing through to strangle,
Swift,
The sounds of a withered muscle,
Feverish,
Struggling to catch a breath or make a sound,
Darkness,
Trickles forth steadily to usher in a visitor,
Death,
With not a soul around.
Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-
A gentle breathing against-
A cold stone slab.
Ritualistic. Dualistic. Simplistic.
And nevertheless cruel as the sea,
Black as an Amazon rainbow,
Obscured by the blight-
Child of light,
Come kiss the dark,
Cold,
Stark,
And loving you more each day,
Precious prey,
My...
Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-