The incessant rumble of a slaughter house,
The sweetest hum,
The sight of a fire at long last,
And the burning desires they arouse.
"Please", she begged.
So weak and desperate.
So distorted, yet beautiful,
The pieces of her flesh I shred.
Tumbling beneath the canopy tonight,
With the poison in my veins I can't fight,
I see a new shade of dark,
A new form of evil and might.
I savored my prey,
Every inch of hers.
Then I carved her,
Into the shape of my curse.
It added to the void, made it deeper.
And her,
Weaker.
I reach the moonlight,
I breathe it in, dissolving away my shame.
The lonely shadow it cast beside me,
Does the same.
I send a howl,
It penetrates the fog.
Then it reaches my ears to become a moan;
A moan escaping the breath of a wounded dog.

