Some Drawings, Sketchily Made by Moonlight by Willie Meikle

A flash
Blood red after image
Caught in candlelight
Transfixed by the thunderbolt
A small thing but mine own

A bite
Her fever grows
A searing flame
Bursting scarlet death
Images in my head

A crash
Cymbals of doom
A turmoil of clouds
Swirling heavily in blackness
Attend my apprehension

A chime
Bringing around the time
The maestro conducts
Mastering the forces
The night waits knowingly

A tremor
The first sign
Her last tears fall
Heavy on my shoulders
Like years

A flash
Spearing her on my desire
Last echoes fading
As life leaves
And life arrives

We go into the night.

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