Flickering Locks

Thundering crackles and roaring flames, his hair whips in amber curls.

With smokey eyes, he stares at me, intense and ensnaring he hisses in the dark depth of my living room.

His words are enticing but I refrain from acting on the cruelty he spits and instead, I do his bidding, foraging to feed him, and his malice.

My name flickers from his mouth night after night as he calls to me, but I cannot continue my servitude forever, my weakening bones and waning life will soon cease.

But I fear what is to come when my body is laid to rest, for he shall find other followers beyond myself, ones that are not afraid to wield pain.

Fear him and resist him.

This is my warning.