Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 18

I studied him, just as he studied me I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy His eyes, black, and yet still blackening He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession, Moving up and down my steady body He watched as I drew in resolved breaths Sensing my growing antipathy Beyond the ease in my tone He shook with want He shook with angst “Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight This you will know by my piercing stare There is power in words, Just as there is power in your glare” “Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting, “And free all of your wants and cares… Be the master of your own destiny, And with your straying light, impair Me, just as you impair your faith, Against all but your own breast, Penetrate Seize our moments with pursed desire Dress me in your sweet sung fire Darling dear, our message is clear Among this fight we share Take a sip of my saccharine whip And consume the inviting dare Be my temp as I lure you Deceive me as I floor you Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride, I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride” In my ears he sung, “Let us be lost together…” Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent “Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung “Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you, How strange we have come to these crossroads, To test our patience with lusts unspent Hellbent, you are, hellbent! And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent Give me into your darkness, never see the day Follow me into the light, and never be the same! You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince, Your claws clutch in my knowing heart, And I thrash in diffidence Emboldening me, your lure, The stone in you has fled Grow in this desire, sweet wings Your light is yet not dead” Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent “Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake, I clasped his shoulder and shook my head For in his eyes he realized, That his light was yet not dead