TOWERS AND TOADSTOOLS
Threshed inside the rushes
Pressed together, sold
Buried in the brier patch
Tangled, towering, old
Flowers against the branches
Burning stain of thorns
Crowning Queens as liars
Bent back on brittle bones
Prayers lost in flying
Tossed together, lust
Entwined swimming in ether
Boiling, ferried, cult
Caught in throats unerring
Distorted raindrop, drums
Serpents whispering sunrise
Tethered against the throne
Divine deception crying
Bitten visions curing blind
Swords of untold wrath
Toadstools like tongues entwined
Sunken fae reflections
A river with no mouths
Hands all over, healing
Erasing deeper doubts
Laid out in the clearing
Bare in thickets deep
Vines against the grooving
Making spirits sing
Thunder creeping closer
A darkness fast asleep
Hubris undercover
The eyes of God retreat
Treading over soil slick
Seeking sickness for reprieve
Relief a hard mistress to win
Guilt, a chain, defies release
Dark divination overruling
With deterministic twists
Demonic mouths all over drooling
Chomping at the bits
Held at bay in dungeons, yearning
Turned away from moonlit leaves
Frozen twilight gentle swirling
Kept from basking in that breeze
Wearing thin speaking of sunset
Cloaking daggers armed with teeth
Splitting Eden at the atoms
Taking apples, dropping Eve's
Gilded tongue's sublingual secrets
Told in scrolls in hidden dells
Cautiously behind barred bushes
Prisoners exchanging cells
Haunted eyes in silence speaking
Threadbare echoed fantasies
Tattered loves in dreams left leaking
Follies of the softer things
Frolics casting caustic glances
Hydro-thermal undertones
Frantic quicksand dirty dancing
Thirsty soil swallows bones
Against the logs already burning
I'm bearing torches all the same
For in this tower dreams a witch
Upon this tombstone is my name
Crooked, fickle, finger, fate
Still willing to be kindling
Ingest ingredients with haste
Eagerly prepped for filling
Altars painted midnight pale
Obsidian elucidated
With one rotation left to sail
I want to be sedated
Purple swaths of smoke
Speaking easy, peeling veils
A ritual for us bespoke
A fire for telling final tales
Vital secret of the forest
All that worships, all that moves
Is centered here beneath the tower
Aligned beneath the hooded moon
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