The Saint of Midnight and The Punk Scene
Updated: Apr 9
Sweet Saint Tecolote sets a scene within the bounds of dreamless horror:
Midnight solstice,
Supernatural,
Clairvoyance,
She'll bring death with each click of her boots
Dressed in black and mystical elegance
I remember the reflection of my face in a puddle near high school
I remember the look on my face as I started to fade
I had a place in the sun, but now only the moon speaks my name
I only exist between the space of oblivion and the highest form of Justice
When I come back down to the sound of vinyls,
And the dullness of life hits
And I need something stronger than my reflection to get off the ground
To thrash around and Be holy again
Midnight is the time when I and the divine can coexist.
The sounds and smells of a fresh movement
The feeling of freedom and wisdom in every lyric on display
Screech like owls as “The man” presses his boot in your face
Thrashing around in the Moshpit
Her blasphemest form of Worship
The familiar, comforting taste of blood and pavement
Getting jiggy with danger
Paling around and grooving with jeopardy
Like the moon, The punks only know my name
Sweet Tecolote, Saint of Midnight, and The Punk Scene
Patron of Rebellion and child of Nyx, Steal me away!
And when the moon starts to set, promise me you’ll chase the day away.
Because she commands, “The highest form of existence is in between the night and day.”
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