Devils

So
Come to me
Away from worldly care
An end
At last to
Cruelty
And pain –
I understand your woes and
Hold
Your loneliness
In awe –

O flower
So fine,
So pale,
So sick,
So close to
Death.

Believe me
I will
Shell you round
With silence
– and –
Your breath
Like poison
Make
Decay and wither
All
Who
Love thee

Come to me
Now
Come to me, and
Let me hold you
As you are
Forever
– free