Twilight Is The Devil's Friend

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Dawn escapes down the horizon

Sweet flutterings in the air

The birds call for Poseidon

To nourish the earth with care


Pink cotton candy clings to the sun

Seagulls chasing after their burnt sugar

Full of stars, twilight will come

The line between light and dark is severed


The coolest breeze like a soft caress

The air is frozen within silver cobwebs

Milky with dew, roses fall asleep

As the pregnant moon is bled by their thorns


Ivy cascades down hidden palaces

They follow the hills

That chase the malices

Of demons beneath the still


The peace before the stars cut

The last lovely letter before the fire

And as the golden gates are shut

Soon you will grow tired


Run run to the comfort of your bed

Lock your windows and doors

(We dance we dance we dance)

Soon the streets will run red

For eternity and forevermore


Fairies poke their heads out of the hydrangeas

Their teeth ache for fun

Cupid basks in the havoc mania

(If you still bask in the sunshine)

You better run you better run


Crisp, the air is heady perfume

Flowers that taste too sweet

Wine sloshed with cherry blooms

As hooves and dirty toes stomp to a terrible beat


I am a beast who has hidden beneath honeyed soil

Thousands of years I have waited

To taste sweet trouble and toil

My hunger will finally be...sated


Come a little closer

Don't be shy

I warned you once

I won't warn you twice


So you ask?


I wear jewels because I once was something great

I wear a crown because I once was something terrible

To the roasting of the moon I am never late

Your fear is almost tangible 


Do you see the jowls,

Marked with rotting teeth?

Do you see the blood-thirst,

Drawing nearer to your feet?

(I was always beautiful that way)


Dragging paws and uprooting the peonies

Crushed velvet petals and cotton candy gone dry

The howls are the earth's symphonies

I devour its cries


Shout and claw at your grave

Caterpillars squirm beneath your spine

Watch in horror as the ground caves

...You're mine.

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