Once Upon A Time

The vagabond in the shaft
Gripping his wound in the raft(ers)
Laughing/___bleeding out
I heard him

Shadows flit and flicker across his face
like a children’s playground
The bags under his eyes
Holding purple

His teeth are dug into the way
Vikings used to do
After every kill
To terrify his prey

Full moon out tonight, he says
Glaring deep with bloodlust
I cannot move


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