The Shifting

 
I stumbled in thought upon your sardonic wit
wetting myself a little  
your shadow spied me from the corner of his eye
and crept upon my prone form
seeking refuge down deep
 
You pry me from my hiding spot
exaltation of breath you deny me
simmering in the backdrop like a hallucination
You needn't concern yourself unjustly  
I am of no concern in your powerplay
 
In hopes of feeding Sadistic need
you come ever closer
stifling the light between us
 
My terror is selfish
it feeds only my Master
who made me in such a fashion
as to appeal only to his fallen
 
Hunters of the horde
a taste to appease, and no more
I am His, will you yet challenge?
 
hesitate once he will jester your attempt as folly
it is a fascination the hunting of a child of the Equinox
subtle thrill the letting
 
My fangs you cannot see  
I myself, am already feeding
 
did you not notice, my darling?