The moon casts her milky drape
over stoney gardens—shadowed
with crosses stretching the grass.
My blistered tongue whispers,
entreats you to visit realms of night
where I reside, gloaming and dull
under oceans of auburn oak leaves.
On a cradle of gentle night air your
dead voice reaches me, navigating
through mazes of concrete and ash,
undiminished and vital—Godlike.
My bouquet weeps its small petals
into your gaping maw, phantomic,
while the stars cry their icy laments
and I lift the veil of my liveliness to
join you in your divinity, beyond.
Spencer Keene is a writer of poetry and short fiction from Vancouver, British Columbia. He is a member of the Vancouver chapter of the Horror Writers Association. His work has been published in SAD Magazine and will appear in Iron Faerie Publishing’s forthcoming Hallowed anthology.