Stolen Ambrosia

Their screams are final Like deep scratches on vinyl A feeling of chagrin doesn't win It's sin a satanic hankering An impulse to taste the pulse Of the darkness that lured me here Procure adhesion Spirit catheter Betwixt pitch black A treasure of terror Her chin stained from hemoglobin Closer, nearer, approach the throat The curse of this archfiend Hypersomnia of the lamia Made the power vulnerable Now night is forever Ever growing in essence A moon altered with a sip of blood To behold the monstrosities The key to imperishability!