Midnight, Mitre Square.
We stood alone on the outskirts of sin
blinded by dazzling spires
snowy white horses
chubby tears fell silent on the cobbled streets
the only way now, complete control
mind popping: bladderwrack
skin of a long dead natterjack; hidden under the ivy and joined the long dead souls
of our long dead dream.
The beast in the clearing stood still
raged in the midnight moonlight
in the quest for Vitamin She
from lycanthrope to misanthrope, they couldn’t see us coming
simply normal, like the rest of us
weren’t we?
Master and servant – pyrrhic victory
submit to the ghastly
butcher’s plan
as the arc light burned bright in our brain
we wished for the solace of the stained glass windowed cranium
to let a little light out
or maybe let some in?
The fall of the rebel angel came swiftly at the Golden Dawn
the crimson stained membrane on our astral plane
took our ship to new delights
new heights
we kept our lead booted Golem secret
under a stovepipe hat
as we wandered alone with another immaculate assumption
“Do you want the business guv’nor?”
double bubble tonight, so we whipped him out
gripped our maulstick tight and hid behind his
surgical brilliance
but nobody else could ever see us…
and nobody would ever find us out.
© LHS 2017
