Fever

 Fever

Fever courses through my veins,

Inescapable are her fiery chains,

My soul aflame in the grip of death 

I thrash and yearn for sweet breath 

A plea for death escapes my tongue,

Her torment on my heart is wrung.

The wind, a muted, whispered scream,

In darkness lost, in a fitful dream.

Danger hums upon the breeze,

White water froths in chilling tease.

A myriad of colors burst and fade,

A lonely coffin, my destiny displayed.

She's wailing with her wild desire,

Her cravings burn with wicked fire.

Her name, in blood, upon my brow,

Upon the waves, a fiery vow.

She hesitates, a fleeting hope,

Then transforms, a huntress, bold and trope.

Her lust insatiable, she seeks my blood,

Her lips ablaze, in passion's flood.

Her flames rise higher in the night,

Hallucinations dance, nightmares take flight.

Chills traverse my spine, torment's reign,

She's within my soul, a relentless bane.

She devours my heart from the very start,

Scorching my mind, tearing me apart.

Shattering my hopes with relentless art 

For survival, I pray, but she's death's counterpart 

Maxwell O'Reilly