5 minute poetry

[Ravenhurst]

The sprites dance in the light
the snow falls gently
another celebration night
commences in the thatch

the game is roasting
on the spit
with fairies boasting
of their catch

it ran like mad
quite entertaining
to the glad
and eager sprites

no creature living
fled so long
its wind started giving
it fell to these mites

who now feast on tender meat
sparing not a part.
Eating skin, ears, and feet,
genitals, thumbs, and eyes

it spurs them on
they toss and roll
the human's gone
left to the flies



Considerably more morbid than I thought it was going to be. Reminds me of an older poem;



Burning burnished burgundy
esoteric air
gleaming glist’ning glowing spring
murky, calm, and fair
running through the snowy wood
staining what it could
consecrating fallen joy
looks nought but a boy.
The blemished fiend
has made his mark
the snow keeps falling
white and stark


Which I thought was about a kid in a red coat peeing in the snow, but now see it as possibly the corpse of a mutilated young person lying in the woods bleeding. Who knows?