Deadly Night Fever
He creeps away at night,
on feet lighter than air,
padding softly across crisp blades that
prickle skin as they crunch under his feet
He runs until a sound wafts into his ears,
chaining his psyche in a prison impenetrable
A sound forbidden yet sweet
it makes his locks bounce in rhythm
fingers snap
hips sway seductively
a deadly dance
his passion
and only the first stop of the night
He never seems to drop to the floor
and has a viper on every arm,
red
blond
brunette
auburn
autumn
winter
one limb for each leech
that latches on for life
draining him of his heart,
yet his blood fights on...
And that blood pays, as sacrifice
here and far
there and near
and just yonder
in corners and shadows
his riches kill him slowly
He sweats
but is numb to the venom
until it is too late
And the leeches collapse from the lack of blood
wasted and spent in a puddle around him
and he lies there, heart slowing, eyes heavy and shaded
Death is welcome to his soul
As it is every night
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