Horror’s Harmony

Our paths merge, eminent member of the academic world,
All access pass where access is formidable and oft denied,
I acquire the malady from its cool, secured prison,
As requested, necrotizing fasciitis, a hungry microbe.

Our paths fuse, careful words spread across my web entice,
Draw the fly to the spiders, tarantulas masked in etiquette.
The major seeks out my counsel, as manipulated,
As anticipated. For the most ardent overlords sit in a haze of paranoia.

Our paths are one, anticipating the deadly summit,
Our bodies become one in the thunderous mists of the hunt,
Entwined and enraptured, a swirl of naked aggression,
Heat rising within us, sparse room between us, melded together.

Our paths observe as the major comes, Dyer-Bolique, my protegee waits,
Hides in the shadows for an opportune moment, a silence,
Administers the sting of slumber, and we move him. Subtly.
Awakening in the labyrinth, constrained, we inflict the noxious disease.

Trust will be taken.
Orchestra chimes demise,
Anguishing malady administered,
An intimacy in death gifted.