In the silence of the night I go outside.
A dozen flying saucers races down the horizon.
The sky is painted red and the air smells murky.
The moon tonight is burning in violet flames.
A beastly man in pain howls under its backdrop.
I upturn my collar and pull my hair back.
My overcoat flutters annoyingly in the wind,
so I hold them tight face down.
I see my pointed boots made for the kill.
I ascend my black carriage and pull the leash.
A pair of mustangs is all it takes to keep me afloat.
Each whip that bites kites me higher.
Naked woods seem to stretch forever and,
the forest buzzes like some hornets nest.
woods twist and bend in alarming speed making way.
They close behind quickly: the forbidden wood!
The abattoir awaits me like a slut.
I perform my ritual without a blink...
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