They blame you for the celebrated madness-
For the tearing open of beasts' throats,
Releasing demons into the twilight waves of lull.
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Wow! Fantastic poem. I love it. I especially love 'You are but a siren, and under your song, Beasts become lovers, and lovers become beasts. Only under your song are raw howls set free, Riding the wild darkness into sleep, Leaving their stage for the night.' The entire poem is well crafted, fresh and new in its ideas. Superb. Thank you again for a splendid read.
Astonishing - and astonishingly beautiful. A passionate, tumultuous work, beyond admiration or comment. It has its own life.