Etched in flames
upon the door,
two souls lay
perished
on the floor.
Holy oil raised on high,
prey-diluted, red fire
wide eyes.
Night has come in a great rush.
Pews part with mosaic thrust;
pray for those who have not found
peace, instead
a great hell hound.
Scuucca and Skulk across the black,
rattling myths of mouth and teeth;
men are mice in oystershells,
shucked out beneath.
