Demise of Consciousness

Beside the gravestone grim and grey, where the cast off shells of bodies lay Seeking contact from within, this night she comes to summon him. "Master won't you hear my cries, I summon thee to come alive" As thunder breaks and storm clouds gather Four winds of hell come together. "Spirit from the ground arise, As moon eclipses, time defy's". No sooner said ,as soon is done, and stands before this unholy one, Her request fulfilled, she's left so weak, as to his words, she hears him Speak, "At last I breathe, inhaling your spirit, at last this thirst is quenched, Your heat to warm my cold blood, the taste of death, a foul stench, Fragrant the black rose that adorns my coffin, be still and welcome this night. Your eyes recognise this presence before you, the tearer of corpses delight, Fear denies your movement, no escape from this your fate, Come unto my will, I leave this grave of mud and hate, Placed within this wooden case I give unto you this final resting place". His touch upon her pale flesh, begins demise of consciousness, She slips into the sleep of death, As he devours the last of her dying breath.