The Poets Covenant

You must think that there is another out there searching for you,
       This tale was once of evil incarnations that once embodied our home,
In fact, it’s the only thing that keeps you sane at night,
       The adversary crawled through the gnome and up our porch,
You sing to yourself, “I know that you’ll be here and… I’ll be waiting,”
       Scurrying and leaping to form once inside your room,
Your eyes awaken and are in formation with the adversary, yet you don’t see him, you see…
       He jumps in an attraction, smiling up and down at your tasty, blank stare, at        last it is his,
Her teeth to her smile to her lips to her eyes to her face, she has revealed herself to you,
       My and your adversary leaps at us, mouth full of drool, eyes of content, a        sacred soul.