Sundown Sphinx Poem by Phil de Lange

emerald eyes glowed just enough to wake intrigue,
centered in the icy asphalt
it stood on the hunchback mountain

-a shadow melting in dark mercury-

fear and body
journeyed with vision under silver wax
deflecting like velvet illusions,
lungs sick with panic, reaped
a waterfall of clouded torment
puffing a clear chimney's breath

AND...

on a perch of oblivion;
there she sat
-the feline spectre-
drenched in a witch's
feast

...a murderous delight...