by Donna Burgess

Created on: February 01, 2009

A Song Of Bones

Ash-blue twins joined by heart and flesh

Walk a cemetrey trail

Winding through a moss-covered village of the dead.

The tombs of the old ones is a kingdom of rats

A nocturnal haven of moonglow and acid mist

Where vampires dance to a song of bones.

The blue children suckle old wounds

On back and neck and breast

Leaving lips smears like blood roses, like tattoos of lust.

The vampires laugh at how Gemini hearts swell like a tumor about to burst,

Yet the vampires stand and damn the sunrise

Scrambling off as the day bleeds like a gash opened in water.

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