At the Crossroads

I know there are beings who dwell,
on the fine white line twixt heaven and hell
They dance on the threads
And make up their beds
In the void between Letter and Shell

I know there are creatures who keep
in the mists ´tween awake and asleep
they prey on the dreams
caught up in the seams
abandoned or hidden too deep

I know of a lady Moon
At the crossroads she´ll play and swoon
With an old man of doors
And the one Christ abhors
She´d turn all secrets into a tune

By Clavdio Salos – 2013


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