Prey



Outskirts nearest the edge of the light,

Shadowy graveyard spirits take spite.

 

A ravenous raven with a beak shaped of scythe,

And lewd lavished lizards with poisonous tongues.

Conjure together amidst hells pounding drums.

 

To watch do-gooders sunbathed in Christ.

Their anointment exhaled thy cherished air,



But all the critters exiled despair.



	* Dylan Bleess