Black Satin (Blogophilia 18.10)
It is in all caps Not the first, not the last Not my monkey or hers Knowing our own darkness Faded memories of demons long past, Still haunt Tattooed Alice falling Into a Dali landscape Where up is left And down leads to another dimension. Blood is its avatar, its seal Scarlet stains upon the face A solid mass of contusions Pale, faded roses on the black satin bier Screen shout drawing the usual suspects The “heroes”, The vampires Agendas working against each other Struggling against another iteration Of power and subjugation In a tango where both lead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Jessica Brooke Miller Poe paraphrase: Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, -Masque of the Red Death