Poem -
The Bois de Boulogne
It's Full Moon Madness
In the Bois de Boulogne
Vin Rouge gladness
The Hunt is On
The Vital Energy Rising
Tonight is a night of Sacrifice.
Young blood offered to Baal
A sacrificial offering
Of debased flowers.
The Hunt is On.
The Hunters gorged on young blood
Their quarry illuminated by the Full Moon
They felled the young because they could..
All Hail to Baal
All Hail to Baal
Take Our offerings
And let us enter your Thrall
Dancing in the Darkness
Communing with the Soul
There's Full Moon Madness
In the Bois de Boulogne.
Energies are rising
Sacrifices made
Blood spilt.
Dancing for the Power
In this
Your final hour.
Spilling blood for Baal
Of the lost children
In the Bois de Boulogne.
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Comments
Damn that is a creepy-ass picture lol it goes well with your ink.... I think I'm in love with your pen.... love this scary write
Hi Poetess Darkly :-) Yes, the creepiest picture I could find to express the darkness of the write. Thanks for reading. Much love x
Hey RU T!!.....VERY compelling piece...... Isn't the Bois de Boulogne a park in Paris where the Kings of France used to hunt?..... guess things have changed a LOT since then huh? (smiles)...... no seriously......a very well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered write dear poet sister!!...... dark though it may be!.......ALL STARS!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ???β₯
Hi Tony. Indeed the Bois de Boulogne is where the Kings of France used to hunt and is a park in Paris, which is still used for "hunting."
I'm sure you are someone who has knowledge of the strategic importance of Paris and the heart chakra. ;-) Thanks for the feedback brother x