Author: Abigail Betts
Aye, terror, scream.
Rage and dance with me.
Let the heaviness
Of your literate sky
Feed off our Tempest.
That fire keeps the beat
Of that wretched horizon.
Faerie drums sound out
And shock the heart.
Spin me out
And in again
In Aerial frights.
I will not fight,
But let your smile strike
And dance with my shrieks.
Delight, violent heart
In the cold fingers
That grasp and scratch.
Come sway with me.
Prosper my dear,
And flood again this earth
That we alone survive
To bathe in the dark
That presses us near.