Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts surpassing sin
As She graced Her window ledge
--An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest`s bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe--
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken`s peak
Tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell...
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
for seven days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within the confines
Of the panther`s den
She watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue
The restless spirit of a Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown
Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost
Too many decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they`re running
afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown
Now She moves with a predator`s guile
Beyond the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a while
Then matches it beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease
Espied by Her cross on the wall
And should she awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take jesus
Blest foot forward and all...