Demons are like stillborn, they're bruised blue and permanently frozen, some are born with maggots on them, don't know what you're messing with, the ground rots beneath your feet, they live in the weak and the wounded, eat the flesh of Kings and Queens, a winter sky hung with stars, only one brighter than the rest, a black casket a thousand miles away, in a lake, glasses for eyes, she's awake now. She's awake.