Blood Priestess

Arrested in the dead of night
By cloaking shadows and
Swift Ferocity.
her icy grip
Sharply piercing my veins
With scalding fangs.
passionately embraced
by death and love
 And The cost of pain
From her succulent Feeding
Off my life blood.
A lustful torment I can’t and will not deny.
 Now Trapped within her soulless
shoebox
My breath receding
 Finding comfort in the darkness
with no holes for breathing.
I am reborn.
My once familiar soul has been
discarded and torn
I am drained hollow.
Now Walking the path
of dead rose petals crushed
 Beneath her elegant feet
To her I will follow.
No mercy for my suffering.
No mercy for the earth
In a man’s once soiled heart.
No mercy from
The blood priestess.
But I’ll serve her well.