The Butcher's Mark

I saw you in a dream with wicked eyes; I saw you perched atop the eaves with a cloven hoof. You took flight but left a rancid scent dispersed. Through the night until we woke side by side- an ethereal lover lost in cosmic plight. The degrees by which we judge our sanity are becoming more and more slight. Let's tear up these tracks, and lay down a different law. I'll take my misguided thoughts and bind them with yours. I'll be the damsel, eyes wide with fright. I'll hold you closer as you guide me away from the light. I'll pretend not to notice when we enter the death chamber and you turn the bolt. I will gasp when I feel hands on my ribs- A Butcher exploring just where to make his mark.