Fresh bones

Fresh bones
He wanders through the tapestry

Fresh bones
A nefarious old crow

Some say
A voodoo prince
In another realm

Here

In the tapestry
Without power

Without libation
He collects dusty yellow bones
Dead recollections
From the dreams of children

Fresh bones desires libation
To cross over
If only the living knew his name
He could try once more

His legacy was lost
Long ago
In another realm
Of the living

Buried alive
in a foggy forgotten grave
Deep beyond

The forever blind

The tapestry

The streets of wandering

Dreams
Keep him restlessly awake

Fresh bones
A grimace

Fresh bones
A nefarious old soul