Scimitar Draconid

(a poem in anticipation of Halloween)

The sun set, surrendered
to a sliver
crescent moon
glinting silver
through October sky.

Cut from the dragon’s head,
stars tumbled,
left brief ghost streaks
of their blood.

Far below,
breath boiled
over a man’s left ear
as he walked,
the visible trail
of half murmured thoughts.

He ducked inside,
peeked out the window,
cursed the semaphore
of exhalations
which led to his door.

All night he washed his hands,
wary of God’s raised blade,
nervous of the only one
who could safely kill,

no questions asked.

Posted for @dVersePoets Open Link Night


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