Delight

Down an old, ancient road

finding its fortress

It hides in fangs

that drip with love,

charged with ecstasy

That fine-toothed comb

envelopes in greasy hair

and love's last kiss

Strands that have waited

for an untimely abyss

Looking for a snake

that engrosses time,

swallowing its grandfather clock

Fiendishly desiring forgotten solitude

Snatching away its purity

Turmoil that cries for a midnight sun

Uncertainty knocks

when the wooden door opens

to entrails of promises

that once quenched the thirst

for a book of meaningless poetry

A shadow in a lowly head

Found favor in a rapturous villain

The perfect kiss and hunger for its fangs

Following in formation

The leader is dead