red light

don't come here
huddled in the folds
of darkness,
hiding your beast
from the eyes
of the world.

for there is no red light here
to welcome you anymore.
no life-giving blood.
no fire in the hearth,
to sit around and mope
or revel.

only black.
the colour of darkness.
the colour of the dark goddess.
where everything's uncovered
and stripped clean
to the bones.

the whores have all gone home.
they don't need you men,
not anymore.
to fill,
or take your fill,
at will.
at any cost -
yours or theirs.

the fire's gone
to warm their homes,
where they can rest at will,
and cook a meal with love,
to feed themselves,
not others like you,
who only choose to come
for the colour of the light,
not darkness.
red.