The bait has been taken
Food for our table
Food to be shared
And in the blood
Spilled radiance
A cry of horror
But only for a moment
I will watch
The snake will feed
Languid and venereal
She dies in ecstasy
Poetic?
Dare I say proper
Filled beyond his gullet
I am now offered
My choice morsel
Elegance escapes me
Fire consumes me
There is no question
As meat is passed
And in the final throes of this repast
Love is made...
- Arielle