Soul-bearing rhythms

beat down on ancestral drums

of recordings etched on grey matter

to jive and jangle

ageless soul-sisters

through etheric trance

Internal chanting themes

sung by unseen choirs

as the fires fade

and abstract shades shudder

barely seen through space and time

Lights fade, crimsoned

for the visage of warfare

Two sisters stand alone

black-inked souls

who look on



like assassins of a forgotten age


waxing stoic

and alone.


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