Out of night, into World

A girl screams and

the dog night howls-

bruised

fatigued, lapping

up

palatable blood-iron

Rust and red matted

fur wet with birth

 

The animal moon

is slowly stolen from

beaten sky,

cooing-

Obedient and shy

– cowering quietly before

dawn

and Her white fecund arc

awake precious child,

She, who is the maker of demons…

;and the oracle of fate

Will now decide yours…

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