Hollowed eyes, red rapt despair
Bleeding whiskers, steady glare
Be not afraid of bloodshot eyes
A pence to see the heaven’s prize.
For many years a pilgrim’s road
Hither and yon with no abode
’Til cast aside by crimson wake
A whippoor’s shrill beside a lake.
O devil’s song, inflame the womb
A writhing woe cast in her tomb
Retching cries silenced with soil
Fire draped hand, trembling toil.
Chastened hearth o’er tarry dread
But quickened ghost in smoky red
Devil’s ambrosia, the veiled sun
A dark mistress now on her run.
Sun though masked by starry night
Inflames a dream of hellish flight
And kisses a man when unaware
The taste of lime he cannot share.
For lonesome is the devil’s price
A lifetime sold for one entice
A chance to see her ghost in time
And live again a wretched crime.
For every man is his own coven
Many screams in one small oven
His mind mad heavens all his own
’Til death so reaps what she has sown.