Astral

This psychic infection grows ferocious
Baring teeth in the form of mystic wile
Igniting throat of heaven grotendous
With gold scales to mark the stones of misdeed

Spit frigid words toward my direction
My simple ways pale the dark tile
My jagged shape rides its waves ascension
I scrape the dream I still struggle to read

Wounds mature dressed in midnight tapestry
Secretly feeding stars in single file
A constellation begging mastery
Half inside, half everywhere else at once

This ritual stirs silent
Keening another life, another seed.