Dark Fantasy Poetry ~ The Vixen of the Sky

Moon shards shower on violent release.

Flashing silver stained with lust

Cloud reflection on pooling crimson.


Glittering shimmers of gore.

Gracefully spread wings.

Rendered useless.


No more… dancing inside moonlight.


Bound by dirtier form,

Gaping hole stuffed with earthen violence.


Wings of star-dust and eyes of night silver.

Gaze empty and hallow; towards homeward journeys.


Pale skin. Candy cane. Frozen in terror.


Eased through a thousand flights,

but only one truly mattered.


Wings lost dust called home: innocence last shudder.

Curious black tainting red glitter.


Eyes up, taken in, from clouds to crowds.

Muse, rent to own her, at last a thousand tales to tell.

Great beast guiding; make of her form his.


Times in form captured to gaze.

Always a glimpse, never meant to rupture her.


Man bright a devilish blight; the beast takes.

Glisten silver body flash flush glitter wings.

A moment preyed upon forms crippled screams.


Catch the vixen of the sky, own a glimpse, driven to cruelty.

Passions, cruel master, master his own.

Destroy the muse to destroy the bone.


Thief of red glitter.

Ears pleased with deathening screams.

Hands sparkle content.


Wings upon Star-Dust: Lost to the Beast.

Memories move like humming-bird strokes of pen.


Dipping tip to red glitter, muse sparkle ink.


Always starving to go further.

Fight through the night, swiftness and disgrace.
A lost soul intertwined in artistry: decaying for love.


Unable, to resist, eyes of moon dust, soaring.


…now only in his mind…