"The Pleiades Poems of A Darker Light Volume II (Poetry) - "13"

"13"

Thirteen candles in a circle in the graveyard,

A demon will appear,

A curse is born,

A fate undeserved.

One bad day after another,

Every day, all I see is the number thirteen.

Authors of fate, write this day,

Every day is unlucky,

The number thirteen in my life,

Never changing, all the same—thirteen.

Thirteen! A bringer of death,

Another misfortune,

Just another torture.

Black cats cross my path—

Thirteen!

The Reaper has my name engraved on his scythe!

Thirteen! A number of fear,

Thirteen! The end is near!

Thirteen!

Thirteen steps to my grave,

A twisted path, a deadly kiss into a dark abyss.

Thirteen!

In the eyes of the night, the spirits convene,

Bound by the power and darkness unseen.

Thirteen!

Cursed over the bridges I walk,

I fall in the water.

Thirteen echoes forever in my mind.

This is my day’s end, an endless night beginning.

Thirteen!

In the fire of Hell, the darkness reigns,

Thirteen lives lost, bound by chains.

Thirteen screams in the midnight air,

A crypt with my name is calling.

Thirteen!

Thirteen! A legacy of pain,

Thirteen femurs to the grave.

Like steps six feet down—

Thirteen!

In the shadows of the alleyways, we’ll find our way,

Brick by brick, till we’re stuck in a corner.

A lonely streetlight breaks the night.

Thirteen!

A number on a street unseen,

Cold and lost until I find my way.

Thirteen!

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