Heathens (Revisited) Poem by Morimyth Weaver

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.
Wait for them to ask you who you know.
Please don't make any sudden moves.
You don't know the half of the abuse.

Run under the moon
as the sky whispers an
ozone attraction to us.
The night wind courses through us.
Catalytic sparks are rising up.
So sign in blood and seal the pact.
The magic moves you, so react
and the reaching shadows come forth
At last...

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.
Wait for them to ask you who you know.
Please don't make any sudden moves.
You don't know the half of the abuse.

Gnarled branches reach out
as appendages long
fusing with our minds, they know
(they know all, and yet)
you sign away your life with ink of black.
The spirit moves you, so react
and the shadow horde may feast
At last...

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.
(Watch it.)
Wait for them to ask you who you know.
(Watch it.)
Please don't make any sudden moves.
(Watch it.)
You don't know the half of the abuse.

Why'd you come, you know you should have stayed.
Tried to warn you just to stay away.
And now they're right outside ready to bust.
It looks like you might be one of us.

(Written 2018)