Song of The Vampiric Moth-Fly
Within the dark recesses of the human mind I lay my spawn
hoping and trusting by faith they'll feed til dawn
Open the cranium with a bit of steel
insert my tongue and enjoy a lovely meal
Given a nice young body
so full of life and naughty
I take my place as the new king
things that bow before me, everything...
-A short poem by La'Arcae Hill
