Wormwood and Nightshade

WORMWOOD AND NIGHTSHADE

Through facades of trembling timbers, he can see the moon.
Witches’ laughter and lycan howls, they sing melodies of utter doom.

She spied him fantasizing of prophesized delicacies
Of bound virgins forced naked, bleeding on their knees.
Little daemon monkeys swinging in the trees
Handing out chocolate spiders as wicked treats.

Pale skin against the night clashing with starkness
A likeness of a noble man of god making deals
     with the lord of darkness.

She has found her mating one inside the moaning wood
A hidden message found in the writing in the soot.

A lady of death rubbing bits raw with frozen fingers
The smell of rot clinging to naughty flesh, lingers.
A dramatized creature never begotten to man’s laws
Always snatching children, sucking them into her jaws.

Nothing made in errors, nothing of a flaw
Her likeness of a crimson stain splashed
     Artfully on white walls.

Making deals and laughing pacts, two souls found for sale.
Embracing in the black darkness, a match that’s made in hell.

Frosty breath, reek of death.
Bound tightly together, more addictive than even meth.
Rusty ax, freaky sex
Dipping dirty parts in hot blood, eaters of the flesh.

Bound to each others flesh, a jilted lovers caress
Verily, he and she, makers of takers folly
     To the final breath.

Drooling in ecstasy, true love will never fade.
Making deals bound with wormwood and nightshade.