The Jackal

Darkened storms brought cooling air

That bathed a face of tempered sweat

As children turned to leave this place

You watched from high at life’s despair.

And theatred dreams hold cherished themes

That took you high in glowing lights

As parts were played you filled the stage

And smiled as others walk your path.

Now hold your  breath and hear the beat

Of pulses drum within your ear

But blood wont rush or run as pure

As jackal prowls your hidden fear.

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Inside this place hung heavens door

That trapped a rook within its spire

And as the bells would resonate

Feathers fell in anguished flight.

And wings would thrash as talons scratched

With eyes like emberred coals

Whilst in the yard where graves are kept

The yews would shake & throe.

Above the moon a cackled laugh

As jackal watched on higher ground

And Reverence prayed & held on to

A chaliced cup from poisoned lands.

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The vixens yelp was sharp & shrill

As jackal paced his trodden realm

In silvered light her cubs would play

As blood splayed fresh upon his tongue.

He sauntered down beyond the grave

Where once had laid a bridled groom

He stretched his claws and pawed the earth

And scented wafts of sweet perfume.

Yet still she watched from high above

As rook would flap its weary beat

And curl her lips at wicked thoughts

For soon she knew they both would meet………