The Envelope

 
You must hang heavy black drapes
from every window
set your thimble of blood before her altar
burning wormwood and yew together in her flames

Turn all the clocks to midnight
so she will feel at home when she calls
Do not doubt
that she will appear
her chill is always
one step from your soul

Her laughter feeds the crackle of despair
in death's throat
as you dance away from the stench of life
knowing only her

Look beyond the tortured strangled stars
their tongues are delicious
like hers
She has ripped out their shining eyes
to show you black hearts
beating raw

See the power
she draws
from deepest reaches
of your own darkness
and be broken
by its beauty

Soon you will sway
a frenzy in her wind
for it's almost time
to open
that envelope

from Her