My Master, He
Black cloaked is this monster
Horned beast of the dark
Preying on life's innocents
Leaves them stripped to stark
Their souls he devours
Sweetness, he helps himself
By sharing porcelain skins of delight
And casts them on life's shelf
Tasting thee he summons
His conquest, this maiden, she
In consume she takes her master
Before he's taken me
Below earth's moon
We writhe in pleasured sow
His demonic pulse I feel
Life's end now starts to grow
My eyes begin to close
Eclipsed against fading light
Used, spent and motionless
Another disappears from sight
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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