Saturday, 22 November 2014

Do Seek Their Meat From God

Moonlight illuminates two dark shapes
Slinking in the dark
Green fires in the night
Lit by savage hunger

A prayer
Disguised as a beast's roar
Then to act
To seek their meat from god

He provides for all
They must find what he can give
Among the shadows
They cannot wait

Cubs at home
So new and weak
So close to the end already
There is no time left

Wailing of a human boy
Fresh
Vulnerable
It is a race for life

One or the other must die
Consumed by the night's demands
There is no in between
All by his hand

Closer and closer they creep
Seeking the savior's offering
The time to collect
It is now

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