MOPING OWL

i wept for the moping owl

that had blood dripping form her eyes

then at midnight she’ll always cry

“your demons are out why don’t you follow suit”

 

I’ve always known this night-bird

for the darkness she and i shared

my shows had also known her

together darkness was our only scar

 

i loved the dark scribbling of poe

that demons may come and demons may go

on the illusive road of Eldorado

like blood melted in December’s snow

 

no one is ever there youosee

behind the garment of your lovely fear

whatever you think is whatever will be

Goodbye Owl, for dawn is near.