Dragging down the moribund,
Delicate Feasts called to chaos
Mastication at their fear hung,
Out of touch,
Out of sight
Closer than their heart,
Beating the drum
Of the Demon’s Pulse.
Dragging down the moribund,
Delicate Feasts called to chaos
Mastication at their fear hung,
Out of touch,
Out of sight
Closer than their heart,
Beating the drum
Of the Demon’s Pulse.
I thought it read ‘The Demon’s Purse’. Now that is a good title for a story 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person