Lilith, Finale Moon

Zenith swirls of black rose petals, burst into a flock of circling crows, descending ash and rain on my frozen form. Viscera and scarlet pools flash, feet running of a child, car screeching tires with broken glass. Piano motif grave into a tilt, fingers dancing like butterflies, levees welting over the brim crimson, down the side of the dam, Moon alabaster dust suspended, upside down pyramid spins ever so swiftly, I wish to go inside this burgundy sepulcher. Ferryman take the bribe from the crypt keeper, under the veil of the cloak in black, piano crescendos with a cello in orchestra. Now I float amongst the wraiths, nevermore. Golden silence here in crepuscule, wonder if that sun ray in the distance, is meant for me, a telephone ring. Teardrop a shudder in a large mirror reflecting, zeal cherry blossoms in its grasp. Lilith is the queen of darkness, caution tape blueberries and cherries, a moth that never emerged from larva. Skulls pile up at the cemetery, husk buried separate on the moon, an ethereal tether to the void. To live a long life is to die alone.