Evening sighs with warlocks
Vapors of the coming bedlam
Punished like eyes of the nephilim
Born in test tubes
Contrived in Frankenstein incubators
Crossed with spider genes
Bitten by tarantulas
Severed into carbon oxide fairies
Wrestle with black figures
Tongues of snakes
Wet with swamp semen
Ghosts wanting warm bodies
Closets with eyes
Witches chant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was wanting this for Halloween, searching high and low for the perfect atmospheric altar- but this is too beautiful to lock up for only one occasion a year..