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