The Night Wears a Sombrero

Don't whisper tainted secrets in the dark
just watch. Watch this lesson and learn
the unfathomed depths of depravity
as unwary souls screech and howl,
while the Lord of Night salivates
venom on a writhing virgin's skin.

Muscles slough from bone and skin
bursts from rot. Shadows in the dark
flit past bolted doors and salivate
in hunger; an education now to learn
torment waits below. Ignore the howling
gusts of a godless night's depravity.

A thrust of turgid cock, symbol of depravity,
ruptures hymen leaving blood red on skin,
innocent no more. The despoiled howls
not to mourn, but in frustration in the dark;
left in chill despair. Tonight innocence learns
that before vomit, mouths salivate.

Don't stare into the maw, the fangs salivate
to gorge on flesh so ripe as rouses depravity
and need inside long dead chests. Learn:
to tease is to find deep rents through skin
so fragile here in autumnal dark.
No wonder Hallow's Eve fills with angry howls.

To greet November death; not cries but howls.
In the hollows, the barren crone drools and salivates
frosty age upon the coming winter dark.
Hearts tire; to know of such depravity
that winter's sleep makes uneasy nights, to learn
a season of rest only numbs the pain inside bruised skin.

The cruel touch of death's hand flays skin
off sinner's souls. Plugged ears deny the howls
as a mother denies the pain of birth to learn
the scent of newborn breath. Greedy demons salivate
upon the lintle to drag love off into depravity
Don't allow the night to make even tomorrow dark.

In evening shade, witches salivate and wait eagerly for dark
and wicked wantons learn comfort in night's skin
and anticipate depravity with gleeful squeals and howls.