Salon Sanguinaria

I sleep in deep dark
to unmoor my shadow
Salon Sanguinaria
at the blink of Algol
There at third eclipse
your name in la red
web catch, blood draw
tangled in your dreams
dark, sinister, twist
twist, cocooned in
la red, la red in red
turn to stone, the
glittering path winds
your way. Tangled,
la red, woven, will
not let go.Cast in
deep, cast in the
darkest phase.
Medusa finally can't
be undone.

cast

From the top, July, 2013: The magician, two of cups, queen of cups.

Dress to Kill, to Kill in Black, to Writhe and Squirm... Dark in Spring is a Caution, Beware

Dark and only in the day and night,
Found and lost and never light,
Light and brighter than the stars
Burned out, so sweet and sordid
Did my time run out. Wish and
wait and strangled call, come to me,
my voodoo doll. Little dark eyes, and
dark mind and pin pricked skin, do
your worst now and bite bloody,
your candy sin. Dark and darker,
galaxy turn, turn on pinpoint,
an angel's twin, but twin like a
shadow, caught at the feet,
dragged and stretched and flattened
out. Shadow creep and her out, then
twist her bloody and bleed her out.
Rue the day and gnash and mourn,
the shadow flies in dark and seeks
your doom. Rue the day the hag
is found. Shadow seeks and shadow
finds, tracing out the glitter trail,
a plague, a fright a demon's tail,
Voodoo dolly sings a tune, that
sounds a rather lot like doom.

Invocation

on the point of infinity
the infinite to the center

syzygy

when clinging to the silver thread
tortuous paths cross dark rivers,
forests reek in mist and the minotaur
pursues. but what when the monster
crosses into waking and consumes all?
when waking is no longer refuge from
the nightmare and there is no thought
unconsumed?

Morning

Saw a sliver of evidence,
that the sky is still there, and blue.

Nightmare

Bringing the color back to my dreams,
blood and tar and dirt and blood.
I'll seek you in dreams, and become
your own personal nightmare.