Candle flame doth gently sway
Conjures the demon usually kept at bay
Lover’s felo de se shines bright as the moon
She knows the timing is far too soon

Shriek of hungry vixens surround
She runs to him on frozen ground
Barefoot beneath does not chill
the hunt to have the desired kill

He pulls heavy curtains tight
Blocks out the descending night
She claws at window ‘til her hands bleed
Still he does not feel her desperate need

Circling owl then descends, brushing skin
Swooping and tearing the rotting flesh within
Picking, consuming, in all of its glory
Each poisonous piece its own story

He drifts, he wakes, he repeatedly stirs
She punishes him for not being hers
Never again will he peacefully sleep
She lays claims to him every night to keep

Grateful for the morning dawn
he grows ever paler and deathly drawn
She secretes the exorcism to set him free
Bound in her heart for him never to see

© Katypoetess 2012