Requiescat In Pace
Pierce bone, pierce flesh, and forget not the skin
Lay bare the lair of the
The Daemon within.
Housed in the hollows twixt mine heart and ghost
Delectable fare for a Daemon dire, loves bastard kin,
I am the host. I am the host.
When starved, rather than wither wraith-like and gaunt
A morsel she always finds,
Upon which to glut
Passages, proverbs art in vain forsworn.
My paramour, again I have fallen,
And now I must mourn
Mark the days it slumbers beneath
Curse those that it violates and feeds
Am I to be forever stricken?
Indeed, it wilt be so.
for though every pit, every turn, all summits, and chambers of that hollow
Me thought I wert ‘ware
There remains another unbeknownst within that daemon lair
Intertwined, nay not athwart
An angel chaste too resides with
that infernal consort
Sacred and profane may in one breast be,
Henceforth, Requiescat In Pace for all eternity