Invocation

The demon comes but must be called
Comes to all the sleeping holes
He breaks the night and lifts their drones
The demon comes but must be called
The demon calls to me at length
The demon has no other strength
Except to rend the stretching thighs
Of those whose fate it is to die
The demon has but one mistake
He lingers when he should not stay
He should not stay but rather go
The demon has no soul
The demon has no soul as such
His breath is cold as winter's touch
His hair the blackness of the night
The demon offers up his bite
The demon is not life we know
He lives but is the netherworld
His eyes are of the blackest coal
The demon has no soul
Many are the demons' face
And many are the forms he takes
Beware that you don't bet you won
The demon comes to anyone