Ginger

twisted offerings humble in their approach
lifted skyward in hopes of reward
little sighs escape my lips
a few chants and some smoke to lend to its power
 
they flow on the winds and pick up speed
landing in a foreign place
a dark brooding dominion
where anything is possible
monstrous beings of a devious nature
are sex motivated, it makes them angry
 
they curse my offering
and catch the scent
it's my fear they smell
the hunt has begun
 
they chase me into the dark
I stifle a scream
it's terror they want
 
running from these spectral beings
I stop and hide myself in a clearing
they're coming on strong
I slip and fall      
they catch me
I utter a spell
 
they are enchanted
tasting my sex on the air
they look at me amazed
I am of their liking
 
demons of the night realm
spirits of the horde
it was me who conjured them into this land
 
twisted feelings and a bit of blood
they wind with my soul
and we become one
 
darkened eyes glitter
I can see for miles
the horde behind me
the night collects it's due
 
with a colorful flash
I am carried away
my body the sacrifice
the dark was seeking