Capillus de Sanguine
Hair of Blood;
the unveiling nightshade,
cast down your bedeviling eyes!
Could you bewilder me
through incantations disguised?
The wending path bestirs with
slight intrigue, as it stretches
and stitches, yet
another desolate scene.
Quicken your steps,
rush with panting breaths!
For the wellspring has sprung
bejeweling the crown of illusion.
Upcurve your lips, widen your eyes
for inside the dreamscape,
my serpents thrive.
Arch your spine and lower your tongue.
Touch the ground and
leave it burned.
To recapture innocence,
you must obscure the descent
and cast your dares into the oblivion.
Crawl to me, and bury your face
against my flesh so I can see.
I gaze down at your wounds, and smile,
then look back at the shadows and growl.
Only the thick of night may witness,
my need to feed upon such afflictions.
© 2015 blue angel
Artwork: Lilith by John Collier