Khata crouches at my door by the Wayfarer of Night,
Who came singing songs of flattery, flirtation and fright.
And whilst he sings in my voice as part of his illusion,
Khata darkens the exit to force my conclusion.
So I feed the Wayfarer and I get to star in his tale,
“The Serenade of Hell”, and Khata’s feeding as well.
When they’ve left and I’ve tidied from the party before,
I’ll hear his songs again and that scratch at my door…
Inspired by Genesis 4:7 and 2 Samuel 12:4
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 