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.
Afterwards 