A child cloaked in a man

written for Poet's Mailbox

A child cloaked in a man,
A monster reborn.
His hair rests on a cold shoulder,
And his eyes are ever averted.

I hear him constantly,
The devilish newborn.
His voice chills and warms at once,
And I feel his soul unsatisfied.

He calls to me still,
But not with his voice.
An attraction I cannot deny,
Pulls me to him always.

He is deadly,
But I cannot resist.
I’ve been down this road before,
And I will again, endlessly.