I like this little game we're playing. His subtle hints,
My coy replies. Hide and seek and hide and seek
and hide- how long until one of us gets caught?
Does he really think
He can lure me in with his careless facade?
I'm not a hungry child anymore
Glimpses of sugarsweet treats don't
Fool me.
"Want to win my favor? Worship me", I say to him.
"Offer blood at my altar."

Meekness does little to impress me.
Countless have sacrificed
Their all to win me over
But to no avail.
I have burned long enough to
Give myself away at the slightest hint of agony.