Half-and-Half

You wait to pounce,

to claw my flesh

until it

flies.

No seconds talk you by,

no mental notes nor

swell gifts,

wish...

For the nights to oscillate,

for the tranquil daze in the dark

playful haze to wash, and erode

this...

...this manic ache, that shrieks-

it has thoughts...

notions of hate-

my parallel realm, and the

twin within it,

a wicked bleeding image of

lies!

At the dawn of death

dare to dive in depths

unseen, unknown in

myths, fables of this,

this demon of sins,

made from some

gorging torment,

so vile! so sick!

I read from the

tablet that dreams,

the prophecy of

a being consumed,

climb the mountains

not yet doomed to

reach his eyes and

see at last what lies

in the celestial beast.