The Lunar World Of Shades Poem by Patrick Frazier

In the lunar world of shades
Tell me how things are unmade

Storms in opal hearts
Vapors of undreamt minds
A vale restraining demons

His bloodhound face
An albino crocodile
The shape shifting dead
Shuffling around in slab corpse colors
Sparks and smoke filling their suits
Often unloved and eternally mute

Torments that put on flesh
A claw clutching on the brain
Living carcasses consumed

A child king pronounces a judgment
The ghoul points toward unanointed heads
Eternity hangs suspended
The trumpet cracked in the angel's hand

The face in the rose
Lucid blood rimmed eyes
A burst of energy from a coffin cocoon
Victims calling from graves

In the lunar world of shades
Tell me how they are unmade.