The Thirteenth Place

Beneath the seventh veil Twelve figures formed a ring The thirteenth place Stood open And hummed beneath my skin I never crossed the circle The circle Passed through me Now a thirteenth shadow Walks where Mine should be Their faces were unfinished Their mouths Were bound in red One lifted up its fingers And all twelve Bowed their heads They covered every figure They counted them once more Twelve shapes Beneath the crimson One waiting at the door The thirteenth Place stood open The thirteenth Place knew me