Parrying moonbeam, he gleans me with eyes accustomed to watching light hemorrhage clean from his kill. Alongside a breeze, anvil of winds, dread-heavy; with sillage of daffodil, my sum of darkness hunches into my carcass. Extruded through his teeth, fang-shaped pearls drowned with red wine, my heart is effortlessly spilled; a tedious feast for a carnal-incarnate I could never hope to fill.