Midnight’s Cloak

Eldritch tendrils, contorted tight,
Surceased no bloom.
No bloom, no breath, no trace of light.

Hollow gains and whispered lore,
sundown’s done—wit wasted,
Histories baked in teacakes sour.

Laws nibble at freehand dreams,
shone lit-hid—ill-bear,
Lit by shadows, dimly gleamed.

Sundown’s wit, now wasted bone,
din-up draw, drag far-ago
Fate unheeded, fate unknown.

What remains? A veiled disguise—
It happens, omit bone.
Ghostly replication, hollow cries.

Distant voices, dragging, past,
watch you be eves-tone
Fading fast, too frail to last.

I stood in stone, a mark, a dent,
here oscine means—act against
Nonexistent, time misspent.

Mavericks leapt, their reflection cracked,
I was stoniness as—
Shadowed tendrils, interlocked.

A Pooka grows, a mask, a grin,
maverick hit high it’s spawn too does crack
A mustached leer, a sickness thin.

Tar-black beaks and beechnut hiss,
nonexistent, throw dropkicks,
Owning tongues that twist and twist.

Eldritch tendrils stretch and seam,
interlocked shadowed nagged cake,
Tearing through a fragile dream.

Heresies, naïve, unveil—
Its Pooka grow,
A witch’s bone-flecked, fractured veil.
Dim reflections, anger feigned,
with tar l-like beak,
Clawed-like booths in ice retained.

Snow-capped peaks, eroding—slow,
beechnuts hiss phalli less,
Spines wiped clean as ribs bow low.

Eldritch tendrils reach once more,
owning tongues cry out, breast first—do crack
Fracturing the veil before.

A shogun slithers, idling near,
rube displays excavate,
Slick with blood, yet void of fear.

A sinner’s ribs, a preacher’s bone,
with mustached grin, a sickie
Stillborn cries in tombs alone.

Mumbling lovechild, dire fate,
Eldritch, its tendrils seek the fragile seam
Sinking deep in silent hate.

the hollow gaze, sin-laden drift,
heresies naive mas in vestment,
Claws that grasp and shadows lift.

Writhing rogues, uncounted toll,
ceaseless witch with faceted bone.
Drifting far beyond control.

Climb on midnight’s ashen cloak,
It’s dim, a truer imitator in anger,
Ride the winds where specters choke.

With trencher held and heart held tight,
claws liken the paring and give—
We gallop deep into the night.

Climb on, climb high, let darkness rise,
The snows are mounting—
A pyramid looms in midnight skies.

Bound by fate, yet set alight,
its spine, its star-like grinning
With tinder bright—we burn the night!

Where ribs rise high, then crack and break,
Eldritch its tendrils seeking,
tendrils coil and take—

They seek the veil, so thin, so frail,
It contorts, like slithery idle fear,
A frangible seam doomed to pale.

A twisted shogun, twisted tight,
where ingrained the seam of the veil,
high it slithers, deep in indolent fight.

Bloodstained luge, a gaping wound,
its ribs do crack the breakable, frail.
Reverberates lost where horrors swoon.

A sinner’s rib, a preacher’s bone,
sidetracked and split off gaping gore.
Stillborn wails now lie alone.

Wilted wombs, blank murmurs dire,
stillbirth even wilts uteri,
Lovechild lost in fate’s cruel pyre.

The hollow gaze, sin-laden, slow,
His mow mumbles blankly,
Drifting high where shadows grow.

Grog-stained claws in countless throngs,
countless writhing rogues.
Writhing varlet where night belongs.

Climb on midnight’s cloak,
as hell’s union we break,
Hell-bound winds now stir and choke.

Bound by fate, yet set alight,
and hod on, on the registry.
With tinder bright—we burn the night!

With hair-like voices, thick with dread,
was likening winds that stir,
We ride where ghosts and wraiths have bled.

we shall galore through night
Climb on Midnight’s cloak,
climb on low and hold tight.

We shall galore through haunted night,
the spook, oscine, and toxin!
With trencher firm and hearts held tight.

Black as void, the pyramid stands,
and was like the initio,
A looming force with unseen hands.

It was low, yet bound with might,
for days bind that tie
A specter gripped in endless flight.

for were we art. an alight
with tinder, and we shall
galore through the night!