To Dine To Drink

[maggot]

Like a voice calling out from beyond the heavens
and the ages
A cold and thrilling invitation to get lost again
in the pages
A seduction so subtle it barely registers
a whisper
This familiar cadence transforms thy love
A warm rush of blood informs it could
only be that
The table is set
The guests have arrived
For tonight we dine with de Lioncourt
The one they call

Lestat.