The Pack

The Pack

By J.Lynne Moore

Hear the dogs bark and call,
They ran away, jumped the wall.
Wandering far, far, from home,
Knowing not, to where they roam.

A pack of brothers standing tall,
Never to be locked within the pawl.
They spend their nights among the brome;
Long days napping upon the loam.

Bay at the moon, brothers all…
Hounds of midnight, full of gaul.
Vicious fangs, mouths a foam,
Running wild and free in the gloam.

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Father of the Damned

Father of the Damned

By J. Lynne Moore

Heaven has turned her back to me;
while the damned of hell,
call me….Father.

Oh ravenous hunger!
I am your slave for eternity;
Can you never be satisfied?

Crimson ichor, wet my lips!
For in your burgundy river, I find…
Life that was once mine.

Life, that can never be,

I taste the sweet, sweet fear.
It makes love to my black soul…
Ecstasy incarnate!

Come my child,
Feed me your lifeblood;
let my sup upon your vitae.

Close your eyes and listen;
Listen to the sound of….

Your heart works against your will;
It feeds me faster…

Oh crimson ichor…
Yield to me your essence;
fill me as the dog fills the tick.

Awe the last drop…drunk.
It is over now child…
Sleep well…

For when you wake,
you shall call me Master!

You shall call me…

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