It’s not yet set in stone

oh it isn’t even midnight.

You take the cup from the shelf

you drink the drink from the cup

light a fire, drown the candle.

It’s not yet time to begin

and to offer a prayer.

The animals on the wood still sleep

the animals we have worshipped

a cow, the moon, the wolves

sleeping on our heads

underneath your bed.

For when you have nightmares

and hear the thunder

and slowly roll the tongue

and hide your eyes from her.

now that you know her

you do not fear God or

the strange trees in the garden.

Now that you know yourself

you paint the animals in the woods

inside your house your walls are tainted.

You know what path to follow

as you open the Devil’s prayer book

you crave for the right answer,

But still you don’t know how

To ask the question right.