They Fed Her The World Of The Dead

She was afraid and condemned
Her evils called in to contempt
Ten folds of diablerie
Her naked essence is on a midnight spree.
She swallowed, whole!
Ten moons of the third autumn
Devoured cold
Forests of suicidal passions
Graves from the plagued sands
Un-buried from the woeful land
She became putrefa grace
when she was fed the world of the dead.

© Aniket More