Of Fang & Flesh

"hide sad begging eyes,

For negligence is all

A hungered beast's got to gain

Of thrift hands.

Now, if turned to orenda,

Lack of care will be repaid;

Curse the soul

And cold steel will slip through the warm flesh."

Placing wound upon her lips,

Warm flow seemed such succulence,

Creating a thirst sustained

Much longer than the cut's stream,

So knife-work developed new springs,

And soon thirst turned hunger

For the taste of own skin.

Oh, for the negligence done in.

"know we were no burden

'til orenda had maddened."

If she had thought of those once loyal

She'd have flesh on her bones

But it's not hard to see

The ignorance has torn her up

And self sustenance is not enough

For the hex.

Still with desire un-satiated

She'd lost control

She'd become fated.

The starved moistened gleam

Might have saved, if she'd seen

All salivated creatures fangs,

The life of her trembling child.

The hunger is spreading.

Oh my dear, orenda has maddened.

"know we were no burden;

Orenda has maddened."

Take chase; imbibe the bloodline.

Do devour your own kind.

The thirst will never alleviate;

It's reciprocal.