Waiting Alone

The cards foretell,
beyond the cosmic veil,
sacrifices.

Rain hides the dark tower--
dark corners,
dark divinations...

From the cradle to the grave
odd tales of wonder
killing it softly...

"Come to my window,
you've nothing to lose..."
overheard in Hell.

Blood and ashes,
dead men's tales...
in a flash of fire...

Merely this and nothing more

(originally a found poem Substack post created from titles of books I've been in.)