sixteenth arcane

 
In the field of black sunflowers
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.

The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.

Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.

A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.