by Nick Gisburne
They pull another monster from his mind,
Relentless, digging deeper than before.
Resistance makes it difficult to find
The strongest roots, the lowest, foulest floor.
At last they strike a fuller, fatter seam,
Where evil clings in clusters, clumps and knots.
The surgery is brutal now, extreme,
Uncovering the reasons why he rots.
A crack, a defect, darker than the night,
Beyond the depth of those they found before,
Entices his assailants. Bait. They bite.
The trap is something stronger, something more.
The body on the table breaks its chains.
Unleashed, it sucks the shadows from their veins.
