by Nick Gisburne
Remember how the demon used to feed
Before she found a spell to make him sleep
For every bribe of blood she strains to bleed
She buys a night of silence from the deep
The ignorance of others for her work
Is tempered by the fear that she may stop
Beneath, the darkest shades of evil lurk
And every day demands another drop
She bears a burden none of us can know
A secret every soul will die to learn
She mourns the night her blood refused to flow
The night the demon’s eyes began to burn
A night of hunger, blood and flesh defiled
Condemns the world to meet the demon’s child
