Grave man

I stand at the open gate
she passes by at night, late
I shall wait til almost light
to hear the whisper of her gait
shimmering in the fated darkness
when she gets close I am hers
bloodless, thin, whining
my silken breath beneath the folds
anxious now resting on them
my face well hidden, so bold
I know her well this serving girl
a child, so young and eager to bait this night
skies are starless, bravely looking on
a grave man passes by,  late
poems recited from within
under his lame breath
tired and dragging his feet
he draws close enough
I fly to greet
tonight is his night

what fools, life is so short, death is forever
you must wait my pretty sweet
..good evening sir

The Apple

What remains of guilt
allowing a wolf in our door
charms wasted on animals
that eat from a floor
justice for pain that maims
a wolf now lost out from the pack
justice remains as it leaves
named and plain to see
bad deeds indeed
too late to flee
bite the apple
and pay the price...jackal

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