February 12th, 2019

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Their Names

The poem “Their Names” was loosely inspired by another poet’s poem about laying with their demons. I took this idea and spun my own poem to see where the thought would go.


Their Names

I’ll lay with the demons
imps from the fold
to ask them their names
then hear the tales told
there lay the truths
narration of pain
absent the lies
that comfort may bring

words etched in flesh
to bring the warmth
the sting is a balm
absent the cold
the flames of the pit
defrost my heart
when sibyl tongues
attract their own kind

I’ll count myself
among this fae crowd
lending my body
as parchment drawn on
the most private of words
in arms of the fiends
is counted as gospel
when names are exclaimed.

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