The Ravaging of the Caravan

I awoke to a single calm

I bled fast until the ring was gone

Traffic patterns

Of triumvirate’s wail

In pastel, my inner river floods—

To harmonize the many hours spent,

Amidst enchantment’s bell

Caravan—

Ravenously bleeds,

Lost in the moments, in the while spent,

When I left to relieve the most basic of needs,

Left to curtail, the spurring ache

That continuously writhes in me

As I followed the steps I’d made

Back to the coven of my peers

Brushing back the pine that sways

Unlocked the key, and swiftly in slow-motion,

The gates closed behind me—

Opening a passageway,

To some demonized reality