There for the food which was made this
story I tell for Travellers.
Was it you or I or Her and Him or who was
that flame lit for, but to
show the table ?
The candle on it which burns so bright
is in their eyes reflected
as the play between prey and predator.
One for claws, the other
for their fangs.
Then they turn around and look at you
for you are the viewer
to the seance - an intruder in the loge
and to be invisible here
isn't possible.
There for the Astral Planes to venture,
be thus carefull
which rooms you enter, for suddenly
they come out with you
to play.
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