siren

the hands of the devil grip somber.

eccedentesiastical, fangs peek and

wave a hello. damned souls.

they wait in line, made of the

translucent tears of flowers. wilting dahlias

erased by time. slow.

skeleton heart - the heart has no bones.

sighs whisper. a flute of liquid,

angels' blood. ichor trailing steps with gold.

the voice of treachery, intermingle.

snake twine. a firkin of hesperides' apple,

death is not permanent if the spirit trudges on.

clutch. hold on. tight, the fingers of hope

release.

life falls on raven wings.

the spirit has left - the boatman has departed

passing into a slow, silent river...

god's hands roll bone dice.

the devil's hands grip somber.