Wednesday Poetry Blogging

The Octoberfest of weirdness continues.

CELIBATE FATE

For four more weeks she keeps her innocence --

Mere carnal yearning since she was beguiled

Into wedlock with Selene's child

And his twenty-seven days of impotence.

The moon's once-in-a-cycle minstrel song

Called him out to last night's bloody rending,

Announced his victim's grim and grisly ending,

Siren to his lunatic Wulfsarkergang.

A shimmering crystal moonbeam, cold and clear,

Illuminates what never was but always were.

Its gray light casts the sacrifice's setting,

But her blood never flows at his blood-letting.

Her celibate fate follows Nature's whim:

The moon, not she, brings out the beast in him.

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