the water sways and the
devil cries louder, beckoning me into his caves
and we open the doors to expend the horizon
and I am swept thoroughly clean of clothing and
soulthe pantry we walk in is filled not with food
but with souls of the dead and the dying
those that have bargained with unfeeling
rainbowsthose that have been in kitchens through the hottest summers
each cupboard we open leads to another
dead endand I know that we've gone in here, hand touching hand
but now it's time to
stop and reflect on the sand
the
beaches and
seashores are those who command
the ocean and the moon and the tides of the
cloudsand if you listen closely, you can hear the
seashells sound
oh sweet
Persephone, with
Pluto she does walk
and the hell we descend into is beautiful
full of dainty rainbows and the hand of
Beelzebub wrapped around the gold