Read Poem: ANIMA VESTRA, by Venus James

Spoke to a Baphomet
Down by the willow
He was watching the moon bathe in that same river
That dissolved everything in its way

He whispered:’ This is your version of Aegri somnia’

I tell him that this is not a bad dream and that
I really am shattered in thousands of pieces
And that
I came to lay my burden down

So, he offers a rope and I suddenly see a brighter season

He plays me dirty, one for the shepherd none for the sheep

I asked for my own Beatrice back

she burns in a pit
9th circle – still have her knife in my back
And only then he tells me the rules-the waiting game begins only when the lights go out

But
I
Can’t
See
In
The
Dark

Game over.