"Come over for a coffee", He said. Never added, "bitter With tears". "Come over for a toffee Cupcake". Never added, "sweeter Than any other, to cover up The cyanide flavour with Burnt sugar". Served her cup In his reclusive and too sunlit Chamber. She clumsily dropped The fine porcelain when, clear On the argent jug, a projection Revealed a skull, its sheer leer And sharp fangs, foul affection Bleeding onto her. Blacked out. Then? Quenched his life's drought.