Pink Floyd vs. The Beatles – The Creepiest Song You’ve Ever Heard

 
 
Night Air Reflection
 
 
Archetypes
walk city streets, ride subways
costumed as commoners —
subterranean trickster consciousness,
ethereal siamese twin
to the mundane.
Shadow and substance
entwine as before
the incursive divide.
I long to tell you,
yearn so I loudly whisper,
but only if you really listen.
I cannot say these things twice.
Memories seep through,
acquire form.
Stand straight and true
as soldiers or Marines
gifting full allegiance
to any who will take that load.
There are Gods foaming in excrement,
demanding relief in sardonic
sacrament
potent and deadly.
Angels and
Demons wage stochastic war;
dice from a grail
foresage trial or comfort.
Hungry Ghosts wail.
Vampires and Creatures
made of night
seek shelter before
travails of fablers
break them.
Morning Star
winks salaciously.
In wild’s kingdom
all manner of beings
thrive.
Eagles soar.
Lions roar.
Whales sing.
Humans open a
veiled third eye.
The World rejoices.
.
.
.
 
 
 
Samhainic Verse
 
 

~sharing(secret)water~ EV13 

 

night’s pages

{patchwork narrative} a flash fiction serial following the story of a child vampire, the eternal child monster working out that existence

originally featured (and still appearing) on my PostApocalypse tumblr site:  http://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ 
now appearing on this Blogger spot for easy editing and viewing. 
The last entry, which is what you see on the home page, is the first “patch” of the story. Go backwards, down through the previous posts to see the whole story, or as much as you like, or some now, some later …
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