Whisk me away upon the wings of
Demons, with their fanciful delights
Of blood. Entice me and excite me,
With thy invisible fingers at midnight.
The witching hour, vapourous creatures
Of the night, lurking in shadows and living
In the dreams of others. Carry me to
The clouds which darken the skies above
With thunderous waves of lightning. Let thy
Frightening smile caress this flesh until
It bleeds. Carry me upon thy bloody wings
Of purest night. Sing that sweet song
So that my ears might weep in tune.
I give thee my life to drink, or one small price …
… Share with me thine own red life.
(c) 2003 A Riddle