Awoken - Anopheli

glut of copper

extinguished where

light dare not tread

clutched is the fading

delusions of safety

that I might wake to

find the glare of livid day

again he awaits

the ravening veneer

of wrinkled white

the cowl of Pompeii soot

the rancour of black death

yersinia Pestis

bubonic entrance

of my nightly scourge

he bows with gristle creak

a grin beneath his beak

undulation of

bone and skin

seeping digits delve within

seeking the marrow of felicity

medieval curlicue

serifs black inflection

danse macabre

palaeography

a mockery of script

the rigour garb of

acheron, leaden

sleep anoints him

(Sentinel) shall we begin?

(Recipient) the malignancy

bows and gestures on

his sanctum shrouds

I have no choice

no argument

for the dark entices

alluring truths

seeping digits dwell within

seeking the marrow of felicity

(Sentinel) follow me