the monlight is enough bright to my blight

A Poem by winter;lyra

doomflesh bourne
i walk a mile in strife
i get that mind in files
lock it up and find the other kind
of sign

why
the moonlight is enough bright
for my blight
lace me tight
look into my face
and tell me it's all right

and I
will mind
it's all fine
all good because i'm yours
to source and the curse remorse recurses itself
the devil knows
so he howls
flawed
but he goes and flows
amidst me
between me

and you

gardener