WP (05/30/1980 / Michigan)

Sun Suicide Ride

Retreat, scarlet crest!

Summon the echo of the dusky bird

Prepare an entrance for the Gemini costumes

A wrinkled moth demon draws near

Behind a vaporous mask of fangs
It yawns

Delivered through the vaults of grace

Welcoming the swift sterling host to its obsidian bed


See those travelers from hither twin shores

It is they whom the gloaming lunatic adores

Tilting the light her radiance restores!


Hearken the infinite graves that goad you

Messengers sent from the sun implore you

The desperate orphans descend alone

And our nocturnal haloed queen
Willing, fearless,

Raises her arrow to the giant unknown

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Hi Wayne, very deep and dark read.....Great imagery leaps out of the page. Nice job best wishes Jon