Her dreams take flight when night time falls
with broken wings and gaping mouths
on flesh most plump and pink they feed
and restless to her breast return.
In those dark moments where dread lives
they feed on dreams of lies,
betrayal, envy, pain and grief.
Fat bellied, red eyes wild.
Each tender morsel on her lips
they live to feed her wrath
and wild she calls into the night
and summons to her halls.
The lost, the damned, the incomplete
the broken and the doomed
and in her arms and cold caress
they cease, to dream no more.