Bleak’s Goddess

In the meantime you awake

From a nap into the night undone

-witching hour

-tongue so sour

You go taste the blood from those

Fools in the cramped, damp weeds

-slaughtered in time

-lucky finds

Little britches all sucked solid

Lovingly, babied up into corseted shapes

-chiseled teeth sharp

-chilling lark

What a monster’s life on stalker’s edge

Of bleak expansion, tension through fright

-miss noblesse

-bleak’s goddess

Before they worship your feet

And flee from your lips and sighs

-thrust your crown

-strike them down