Recognition

In hearts to see the worst I have found to be rather insightful, though of course it can be rather frightful!

Recognition

Tis a place close at hand
A cradle, a pillow at the foot of a chair
A door, a window
Where without demons band
They were here in mask and gussy
To revel in my nightmare
Nasty beasts!
I knew them not whilst I danced
Their precious little hussy

Table laden they did feast
Misery was milk
Fear was fruit
Malice, meat
Bile, bread
and woe was wine!
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Dance the dance as the demons' jester!

There... in the cradle
My soul treasure
It's face horrid with fester
Dance! Dance! Dance!
For their pleasure

A knock at the door
Upon the floor, a slip of paper
Pestilence a caper

Mind raw
Drunken with woe
Drowning in misery
Choking on malice
Lost in fear
Stumbling through bile

They fed on me!
They fed... on me!
They... fed... on me!

Dance! Dance! Dance!
I danced that dance!
I dance that dance as the Devil's w***e!
Look, to the chair! To the chair!
A massive beast
on child did feast!

DreadfulBride