Poetry Wednesday – Black Halo

Black Halo

Black halo dangling
From my violin
When did it arrive
What purpose will
It bring as I play
Summoning demons
And less sinister entities
To my passions, to my veins
No shame in the purpose
In the blood adorning
The strings, keepers of sin
Decorating the form of a
Black halo dangling
From my violin
Swinging delicately
In time as I play
Summoning the past
The future I devour

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