See Where Satan Showed His Skin

Part thy soil
raise green grass
an inch,
ah, an inch will do
for ashen capers
to seep on through.

Coal hair, slick
from human spit
acquired through screams
which they lit,
backed by cape
of mortal drape.

Over cobbles, glide!
to where resides
the purest hide,
past watchmen and lamps
up palace steps
whet, oh appetite whet!

Now the halls
marble clean
with chequered walls,
move from shriek to flail
mount the stair
of golden rail.

From a leaded pane
the moon doth show
with fading stature
their time is moving
hurry! scurry!
faster, brooding.

Crumple guards with a stare
gain admittance to the pair,
spread the velvet
float on high
royal blood
within the eye.

SINK. CUT. BLOOD.

Clitter clatter
pitter patter
hooves throbbing
maids sobbing
dash
mouth agape
trickle red
tongue of serpent
eyes o' the dead
rising sun
from a distant peak
hold your time
it's under we seek
fly!
show them all
above the roofs
of dreary dwellings
prickle of light
skin, swelling
descend!descend!
around Hell's bend
an inch will do
pierce thy soil
bone about to boil
we're through, we're through!

As the horses neigh
and the royals pray
"See where Satan showed his skin,"
they'll say, they'll say.