The Witch Doctor (REVISED)

For love
I offer you the smallest seeds that sprout into faith
In the orange sunlight.
For sorrow
I give you thunder crashes and the wolf's howl
To guide you through the darkness.

For lust
I grant you fragile glass scultpures,
So pretty and so empty.
For ecstasy
I blind you with manic flashes of blue light,
And lead you toward heartbreak.

You come, hands cupped and hungry.
I cannot feed you.
My medicine will rot you from the inside.
You come, seeking refuge from specters,
I cannot exorcise them.
I am the witch doctor,
I only shine the faintest light
On the monsters who hide behind mirrors,
So you know they are there.