Black Crane
Rome
3:17The 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