Turn
Turn the night green
Wash it clean in absinthe
Pouring out from eyes
Lost sight of justification
Longer than nighttime
When stars arise
Silver paint across
Night tattered unclean
Turn the night green
Wash it clean in absinthe
Just to hear it scream
Rougarou
The enemy shared
Betwixt our hearts
Calls home the Rougarou
Glass souls calling out
Our names in hex
One less immolation
To worry over in delivery
As we ascend offerings
Must appease Rougarou
Feasting along riverbeds
Flow through soon forgotten
The enemy shared
Betwixt our hearts
Plucked and presented forth
To the maw of Rougarou
My Roots
From the ashes at my roots
Of my thorns descending
I will find restoration
Once upon a melody
Driving me into traditions
I never knew but know so
Well as I sway to commands
Familiar as my own name
Icy and lovely while the end
Calls me sweetly to sleep
On battlefields growing darker
With each sweep of my roots
Through the blood soaked soil
Giving way to piles of ash
Permanent Ice
My braids tangle
Keep me trapped
Weighted down beneath
Permanent ice
Still alive I holler
Into hallowed grounds
Above, below
Only to echo against
My braids tangle
Choking as they wrap
Keep me trapped
Weighted down beneath
Permanent ice
Still alive I holler
Unable to break through
Into hallowed grounds
Above or below
Succumb
Have we succumb
Madness on wrong sides
Of a shotgun promise
Redemption never to come
Only licks of insanity
Deserters choosing bullets
Choosing sides that have not
A name to claim
While we succumb
Madness on wrong sides
Of a shotgun lurking
Essence
The essence of confusion
Revealed in my faults
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I have become
Even if it isn’t what I
Wanted in all I envisioned
Leaving me wondering
What am I in a world
Without the faults I
See as my own being
The essence of confusion
Where I do belong
Revealed in my fault lines
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I am
Songs Cut
Songs cut off at the
Ankles yet they move
Through the muck and mire
Surrounding my feet
Second market scenes
Giving way to screams
Where I see
See me more than most
High upon the songs
Coloring me pallid
Below my noted crown
Covered by the ground
Pushing songs further into
The muck and mire
Surrounding my feet
