When Fear Comes Dancing Poem by Raven Syke

When night wanders in
From the depths of the dim
When eyes watch keenly,
The shadows that spread.

Twist the fire of anger
Around the skin of a beggar.
Carve me a smile
Onto the mouth of the dead.

Dust that lick up and coat your arms
Teeth that bite, and sing of harm
Trust I know, fight or flight
Come feed me wine and bread.

Lavish the pleasure of sin and soul
Burn thick tar with ice and coal
Oh the contradiction of names I see
Watch in which shadows you tread.