Black Onyx Poem by Diana Thoresen

Listen to the night and drink of its cup
Asmodeus
The god of lavender forest winds is waiting

Red eyes of nocturnal hibiscus flowers
Gleam between the weavings of dusk and dawn
Pain is the crimson reward

Promethean light is the punishment
Listen to the night and drink of its cup
Lilith

Drinks the blood of the full moon every month
Haunting and Slavonic
The edge of the rainforest is calling to me

The crescent moon has burned a sigil on every tree
They will keep whispering
Until you become a whisperer

My black onyx necklace is fireproof
Lycanthropic dying flowers are
Quickening the ascent

The morning is glorious and unruffled
My wolf girdle bristles at the smell of burnt toast
Now there is another plague in medieval Spain