The Pale Mask

The smoldering meat seed,

churning and vile

Incubating in silence,

Seeking its rival.

A ritual commences,

Combustion unbridled.

Erupting on your visage,

A drenching arrival

Streams of charcoal melt,

Blending a downward spiral

As the nectar softly glistens,

Exquisite and defiled.