Legba's Gift

Wicked Write Sir Crow!!!
The legend of -Known-The possession-All consuming

A short Write compared to Your norm-but Very Powerful Delivery!!!

Thank you Soul.  I know it's short but there might be a sequel.  I think I hear those drums again....

Wowwww... Ohh my crowfly friend, I love the climax of this write!

Thanks Jade.  The zombie's assurance that she'll always be around gives one pause, no?  But you never can tell.  She might turn out to be the perfect muse deep underground.

O....the 'Voodo that you do'-- soo well!!

Crow, my friend.....It appears that Papa Legba has--indeed- opened the "gateway".....and yet, trickster that he is....welllll....it would seem as if the poet/narrator receives his desire in a most  unexpected manner.....

A rather unique way to "honor" April Fool's....a tribute with a twist to the darker side. Your story telling is truly your signature gift!

........And, a hauntingly perfect picture choice, as well !!  

Thank you, Enchantress.  The narrator receives his desire, hoping it doesn't turn out to be a curse in the long run.  Zombies are a little tough to shake.

Exactly.....once they get their teeth into you...     although i understand they hate " f a s t" food ;)

Wow Crow........this was so creepy.........goosebumps down my spine........enjoyed this very much.......purple luv & hugs xo :)

Glad to give you a chill, Flower, but it's all in good fun.  Nothing like a few goosebumps now and then.  Thank you!

This took me back to New Orleans... the magic is powerful and the dark full of walking bones🌟

Thanks Tracey.  I only spent a weekend in New Orleans, but it's a fond memory and has been an influence now and then.  Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Hauntingly beautiful, Crowfly!

To me it reads like a tribal/ritual poem, but I could be wrong...
Anyway... I love this dark write of yours very much!

Thank you Duende.  It is a ritual poem, dealing none-to-seriously with Voodoo and raising the dead for questionable reasons.  Thanks for the kind comment!

*intoxicating*  and
brilliant ... tragedy
does come to mind ...

~love to my Fly ... Devlin

There could be tragedy down the road given the ambiguity I tried for in the last line.  Still, I'd rather intoxicate than bring you down.  Love to you too Dev!

'say my name.' it resounds in the silence;
beauty is unending...

makes me wonder if it's still necrophilia if there's necromancy involved
besides this existential pondering, it's a great write mister crow, darkly romantic

Sir Crow love this wicked kind of lust/ love dripping from your blackened quill..

love Crim