words by dominic riccitello

i atone to the way you left it
in the dark void of our truth
a man turned monster
dancing with wolves of his past
i rake the leaves you left
thieves in our garden
jumping from stones
throwing rocks in our meadows
i take the fall
with frogs singing in the background
we twirl beneath the trees
fulfilling our shadows with a darkness
the devil sways in the night
a tango delight
with a dash of handsome
i held the hands of satan
grasping for a haven
a disguise in night
the dark twists my neck
yet it feels like
heaven again