Stanger Darkling

My thorny, pale flower.

My moonbeam, whose teeth gleam, whose hunger is forever.

My sweet little terror—you've undone so much of me.

Tell me, who now has crossed this black cat's path?

One last time, then.

They will pay, and we will play,

for true terrible keeps.

Come now, wrap your claws around my throat—

I want to see how strong you've grown.

Harder!

Fill your black eyes with my want; grow sick with its fullness.

Feel it wriggling in your mind.

Scream!

Push your strange madness into the air,

fill my burnt lungs.