Their Castle…

Slick black shadows across smoking moonlight
Oh the beastly guise, intoxicating host
Beautiful visions by Death’s delight
Cometh here and lie the antagonizing ghost

Shift in whispers unfold the skin
Such gifts escape ‘neath the fingertips
Celestial body is the womb and skane
A dark icy breath whispers a name

Like a prayer echoed off the hunter’s body
Sound of the fleet haunt the snowy tracks
Where doth the blood write the passing story
In a tree lined tomb that is their castle…