Blood Wings

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