Haunted

Haunted

The air before Spring has a certain nip. Dark and unexpected as you wait for the coming warmth.

Catacombs and Rainbows fall with certain death while cemeteries, centuries old come to life doing the Charleston while a ragged moon seems to swoon kissing barren tree branches underneath already tired clouds, passing along in the darkened sky.

The bones. The bones of my hands exposed to the elements like a man with X- ray eyes. Who am I but the humble grounds keeper struggling to keep my candle’s light alive.

Circles drawn, sigils stained, painted with drops of stolen blood. The innocent smile, the specters almost giddy at what is about to transpire.

Pain, Lies, Wasted Dreams hung upon the giant cross of pine, to pay tribute to the martyr and the thief, an homage of the moments before the crumbling. Lightning strikes the heart of the pentacle, following the path etched in soil. Bright Flashes, Thunder wails … The flames inching it’s way to the oversized crucifix.

Things will be right, things will be in order, as the negative is engulfed with Truth. Hear my words, live, love, learn, do not hurt anything for sport, or ignorance.

Silence mocks lost souls, abandonment leads to the thought of endings. Conscience, unconcience…. Actions have consequences. Own yours and lovers be free.

There will be no need to cross the river Styx, or pay the reaper his dues. A simple Sorry is invaluable, opening communication and a chance to make things right goes farther than you can imagine…. Healing wounds Two for One, a restful peace can be the bridge of union, reunion. And the sky, opens up with a world of New possiblities.

Let positivity and hope, with answers to what’s inside rain down upon us and wash the confusion and uncertainty away

Together, not Haunted

Raven BLACK🖤🥀