This Fiend Mocks Me! Poem by Captain Cur

The pangs of love have pierced me with their spears
and holds me frozen in their crystal chains,
this cold eats through my sinew to the bone
impassioned pleas fall icy from my lips.
My heart in poison, poison not my own,
fermented in the cask of shapeless night.
This fiend mocks me! Comes knocking at my door!
Rent from dreams where life is ghastly charged
to plunge its knife into my gaping wounds.
Split apart, sharp claws digging from behind
howling creatures that rule the realm of night
afflicting me, the genii of all rage,
whirlwinds pulling down to a dark abyss
where I am welcomed with a kiss of blood
stomping the wingless crawling hours dead.