Bluish entrails whisped in suspended darkness.
Heavy diabolic treachery lurks.
A gazing gargoyle.
Simpering taunting lips glare downwards.
Glee is palpable, engulfing.
Black air still, taut, suspended.
Transfixed with potency, piercing eyes perform their task.
The beast ponders.
It relishes anticipation of its victory.
It knows the right time.
It finds the right place.
It creates the right space.
The beast will not be killed.
© Copyright Suzanne German – 22nd December 2007.
This poem is a collaboration with Gordon Tant to compliment his image – which was inspired by Rhana. So a three-way collaboratiuon in a way.
please take a look at ‘satanic blue’ – in the artwork section of the *Poetry & Prose – Questions & Meaning Group
Hope you enjoy it