No spell can take my soul
There’s a price, there’s always that

I’ve got penance to spare
But so have you.
You might say the market is saturated in it these days.
You might fly at me

I’ve known that demon inside you all these years
Haven’t I tended his wounds
Haven’t I nurtured and fed him all along

A serpent can’t help being a serpent

We are all born to strike
In one way or another

You held my hand in your palm
I traced the veins that coiled to your heart
You have been my labyrinth

It is, beloved, only flesh and bone
I care nothing for it now

I want the monster beneath
As much as the seraph
Those wounds I healed were mine as well

Beneath the flesh my wings unfurl
Against skin stretched taut
You could make it out

But only with a dagger