In the Midst of Twilight

Ron Koppelberger

Pale Bone

The fusion of scarlet fangs and glimmers of shed soul,

By castes of pale bone and tender eyed nightmares,

Of the wont, the need for a sated belly

Full of grim and a saucer full of

Aghast, the trembling turn given

Unto the eternal host of

                                                                         Evening allure.

Ron Koppelberger

Dark Princess

Entangled by the silken seams of a dark

Princess in shadow, a legged creature of acquiescent

Eyes and poison betrothal,

Unto the creeping come of a bidden

Breath and the wanton birth

Of a web spun for the want of a

                                                                      Widow gone cold.

Ron Koppelberger

What Hides Alone

Spoken in whispers of sated spirit and quiet silhouette,

The manner of an ancient tome

Bequeathed by the guests of spirits

In passing reflections of twilight and tall bough,

Swaying like ghosts and in song of the

Surreal surety, gone to the ends of a frayed

Distinction between here and what hides

                                                                               Alone.

Ron Koppelberger

Night Bloom

An hour at length in leisure, in wait for the day,

In seconds told by blood and shadow, By thorns

And the blossoms of

Night bloom breath, a moment wonting the dream

Of life and love at dusk and the way of mortal flesh,

A wonder for the briar and the souls

Of vagabond spirits.

Ron Koppelberger

Ancient Shadow

Temptations mischief and the subtle restraint of frayed

Tethers in silk, worn dark, dreaming dire

Ends and conclaves of shadow,

The conscious creation of cause and care for the

Spidery silhouette of an ancient rain and an escape from the

Muzzy mist and shifting darkness unto the passion of

                                                                      Eternities dream.