Dancing Down On A Mane Of Reddened Star Poem by Tanathica

Dancing down on a mane of reddened star
The onyx depths brandish their cold scimitar
Time it just right, let the apex unfurl
Crests allow sight of the secrets they sell

Just skeletons here, no lies to the fold
Of sifting from wisping crushed drowned marigold
Clinging on bone it's diffusing, cracked skin
Awash with empowering knowledge it's in

With a homogenous harrow replete
A channel for voices from under my feet
Floating it gallops on helical steeds
Diffusing turgid aural seeds

Dripping I'm played by the wind as a death
Fished from the blood and into the breath
Upon me as lances and bursting with splint
The fugue takes it's hold as dull blasting print

Fresh violent void that I desire
Roll, phantasmagoric mirror
Abandon the breeze and the lance and the breath
And into the blood's soporific depth

A land breathes in non-stop one-way exhalation
And slithering from megalithic oblation
The burning of static in mind's respiration's
Respite from the rasps of the days desperation

Deadening down to the hell-marine hymns
Replacing disgraced atrophying limbs
Last utterance lost as bubbles will rise
To hold up slowly sinking skies