Poemetry: The Leech

Gorged on my fallen flesh,

A creature foul does swell.

With soul, it does enmesh,

And burn with sin and hell.

Wicked! Vile! Spawn so fell!

Leave me fiend, no more thresh,

Upon my being dwell!

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