Indie Scribe Magazine October 2014 | Page 44

Am I the black rose drafted evil vine?

In my minds eye I see dancing wolves,

In proud betrayal, Ooh how they pine;

In claven horror bidden graven hooves!

In darkling glow burning brighter than ever

Shaken is my heart, once thought so clever!

Howlings loud under the huntress moon,

Dark power will yet sacrifice servile being;

Bat wings flutter as yonder way does swoon

It deems foreshadowing and my foreseeing!

In darkling glow burning brighter than ever

Shaken is my heart, once thought so clever!

Harold Clapsaddle