Denizens of No Tomorrow

Shadows slumber as the night goes down

mystic moon breathes from golden spout

pouring out onto naked land below.

Befouled minds venture from underground

intoxicated into night’s black oppression.

Wanton airs release the spirits of the night

roused from their darkened chambers,

drugged mist wrapping around their hearts

choking their fringes and laying them bare.

Apparitions arise from gloomy obscurity

tiptoeing on the duskiness of night clouds.

Seething souls rise from tomb encasement

to frolic with the echoes of the dead, arising,

umbilical cords entrapping as they long

for the white horde of nebulous dreams,

wailing as they seek anguished freedom.

Phantom maiden haunts transparent specters

waxy candles throwing her wraithlike image

on tombstones cast between fetid walls.

“I caused your oblivion,” she cries

to desolate souls seeking redemption

as her flesh swarms with putrid kisses

entombed with denizens of no tomorrow.