Pitch-Black

by Gary West


Wicked old women strip bare
beneath new moon blackened
skies chanting ancient hymns
phlegm-gurgled invocations
to conjure dark malevolent
spirits from bile-rusted
cauldrons bubbling vile
mossy ooze, spewing
unimagined nightmares high
into nocturnal dreamers’
vast receptive minds.


Copyright © 2002, 2006 by Gary West

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