When Darkness Came to Supper

Dread guest of mine
Sprawled at ease
Table spread in black lace
Drinking rum of black molasses
Eyes deadly nightshade white
Pale moons
In darkest night
Queer incubus’s delight
A fearful soul on which to feed
Seducing and inviting
Let’s play the devil’s dice
What have you to lose?
Stalling seductions entrancement
I asked
What have I to gain?
Darkness leant across black lace
And rummy breath rustled
It’s in the darkness
We learn to trust

We played the devils dice

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