Fear of the Thing Itself

The clock hits twelve
 The moonlight in his cell
 He strokes and preens and awaits
 The arrival of the queen
 The one he met
 Those years ago in wet
 The night she changed his life
 With the mission and the knife
 She comes!
 She comes!
 She comes!
 Her words like running waters flow
 The voice of heaven speaks!
 The voice commands his hands to dance
 Long white beard bent and weird
 Twisted fingernails
 Eyes afeared
 Whispered voices to himself
 Messages from the elf
 Twists of joy
 Curls of lust
 Skin of leather and mind of rust
 Fairies dancing on the shelf
 Fear of the thing itself
 She comes!
 She comes!
 She comes!
 Golden halo of the queen
 Her words like flowing wine
 Showing images unseen
 Enraptured by her love
 He sits and paints
 In solitude and peace
 He baits the trap and awaits
 The arrival of the priest
 The doctors say
 His mind is miles away
 But such is genius
 With a touch of murderous
 She comes!
 She comes!
 She comes!
 Her words like running waters flow
 The voice of heaven speaks!
 The voice commands his hands to dance
 Long white beard bent and weird
 Twisted fingernails
 Eyes afeared
 Whispered voices to himself
 Messages from the elf
 Twists of joy
 Curls of lust
 Skin of leather and mind of rust
 Fairies dancing on the shelf
 Fear of the thing itself