Be

My nails are longer even than yours.  Yes, my fingernails long as swords. And this unfitting baby down muzzle forms even now.. choking my throat closed briefly.  Do you desire my  new contortion? Pliable armor of  blood spattered crow hair defines me. Mucus smeared claw, feather coiled snail crown.. so deplorable now. A cataract glazed vision.
Redsnow you called me. Of another life.. not yours then.

You wonder at the curve of your belly pulled taut with eels. Be one with courage. Or soon be  bowels  spilled in this egress. Again you quaver at the lazy flies ...clinging to your arms  precisely like ornaments studding your cheek and bound chest. Your eyes roll and endear you to me.Call for a caress from my softness.
They are only drawn to your favor. Brush away the quickly forming cloak of black bodies.

I prepared you. I grease your joints for motion. I lather your shoulders thus.
Youd forgotten you werent dead, I know my lord. So did I. But tonight I thrust all my will upon you. I drive you from your keep. Its my will ,my will alone that preserved you these eons.