#85 (dead drunk on moonbeams)

moonbeam
photo credit: Matthias Geh

dead drunk

on moonbeams

silver light

barely escaped

her lover’s sight

entranced

from pouring out

her song

amidst

a raving

savage throng


condensed

her breathe

of sour wine

her golden hair

had lost its shine

without the courage

of the cup

the thieves of night

had locked her up


salacious

eyes undressing her

as stupor ruled supreme

within some minutes

fame dispelled

sore throat

released a scream


and sirenlike

split tongues

were twisted

within a graveyard

of her stardom

hurt pride

by shadow’s boon

assisted

invigorated

darkness bride


*13th December 2016


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