Blood Bender

Dutifully dug the Devil’s ditches,

In a Clown’s cloak with witch’s stitches,

Bound with a burst of blood and a fleck of flesh,

Mournfully mazed in moon mesh.

Withered wings quiver and quicken, 

Tethered and twisting in lunar linen,

With reason rendered wretch

Will stained stigmata stretch?

And a Shade’s shroud be shed,

from doomed and Damned and dead?

And Faerie fabric of Seelie Silk, 

Be spun from molten milk,

Of combusting crown decompressed,

Alembicated Alizarin Alkahest?