Friday, 14 September 2018

Riding Horns

Clandestine figures gather
In sigiled robes of arcane lore
Under a bone white moon
With eldritch grimoires of yore

Clad in a cloak of lavender
She sits atop the horned beast
Caressing and idly clasping
Antlers as the beast doth feast

The parish watch in silence
Eyes gleaming as stalker moons
Upon this unhallowed glade
Occultists, mad men and goons

Man and beast do interbred
In shadows of that mountain face
Watched by the necromancer
Wrapped in pitch-black sheer lace

She presides over this union
Of Minotaur and glass eyed doe
and farmers daughter lured
By incantations from long ago