Underneath my pillow, a secret laid bare,
sharp and unfamiliar, a set too strange to wear.
Each night they assemble, an eerie serenade,
chattering in darkness, a macabre masquerade.
They hummed a tune of shadows, a chant of ancient lore,
I traced each sound in silence, deciphering the score.
A litany so breathless, a prayer without a plea,
spoken in the whispers of teeth not meant for me.
In the dead of night, I recite the sacred verse,
mouth bleeding rites, under the curse.
Each syllable a summon, each pause a deeper call,
in the mirror of the night, where shadows enthrall.
The alignment came with agony, as my mouth began to spread,
teeth multiplying eagerly, where fear and longing wed.
No need for my reflection, no need for worldly views,
just an endless appetite, and a mouth to feed the muse.
Tonight, I speak the toothsome spell, the incantation deep,
my gums surrender willingly, as into dark I leap.
More teeth to join the chorus, more whispers to obey,
in the ritual of possession, where I willingly decay.
So smile into the void, where new fangs find their faith,
in the ritual of the night, we find our spectral wraith.
More teeth, more prayers, in darkness they weave,
I am the keeper of the chant, in the teeth I believe.