Prayers of Prey

Grass won't hide me from your sight
I'm begging you to pass me by
I'll never see another night
Just the summit of your Eye.

No redemption from this plight
Can't escape this poisoned scorn
This flesh that reeks with inner blight
This meat that's run through by your Horn.

A drumming pulse commands my flight
My throat is shut with terror's awe:
I'll render up my crimson bright
To your sharp requiring Claw.

I'm opened to complete your rite
And shudder at the tearing pang
I've reached the wellspring of my fright;
I yield to your consuming Fang.

Fang and Eye, Claw and Horn:
Spill my life out on the Thorn.

2001 Sep 28