Shaman's Blues
It’s well past midnight,
And a single blue spotlight
Illuminates the Shaman
Dancing like a king serpent.
Time is slipping away,
But it’s winter!
Every breath is icy cold,
Seeking your remaining warmth,
Sickly sweet, and heavy.
So hush, little baby.
Stretched out on a cool steel table,
Don’t you cry.
About the Creator
Darryl Houston Smith
Writer & Poet. Lowell, MA.
Dark Romanticism & Noir.
"Hell is solid. Hell is warm."
Dissecting the fraud of eternity
www.darrylhoustonsmith.com
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