Burning Shaman


Black train bursting from eternity

she who called them sits silently


ancient ones burn bright

it’s said once you die, mourning ceases

but all she hears is wailing

she conjured them up from

the deep and now

they must reap

her fragmented soul, Cobalt

glassy eyes, and set fire to

her flesh.

She thought she could

control them after leading them

to their demise.

Chants and the ting of a

tambourine can’t help

her now.

© privatethoughtsmadepublic. 2017.


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