Mother The Sky Leech Returns

Mother — the Sky Leech returns —

And I shake with Dread —

It ricochets from wall to wall

Above the Couch and Bed —

I marinate in Peppermint —

And Eucalyptus Oil —

Like some Victorian Cough Drop

Gone medicinally vile —

The tiny Fiend ignores the scent —

It seeks me all the same —

A blood-drunk little Aviator

With ****** on its Brain —

I snap into the Air — then miss —

It taunts me with its Hum —

A tiny Horror dressed in Wings —

Too small to overcome —

A blood-fed Relic of the Dark —

A plague the Night conceived —

So now we hide within the Room

Like Peasants — Plague-besieged —

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