We are the fools
Posing with prey
He is more subtle
Sublime is his calling
I shred
He caresses
I slash
He cajoles
This is my irregular
Here I float
Among the sheep
A mock flock
To perform my greatest act
And yet he smiles
Fangs not for killing
But for the art of the bite
Among these beings
He would hand me their moon
And I find my wicked grin
- Arielle
Posing with prey
He is more subtle
Sublime is his calling
I shred
He caresses
I slash
He cajoles
This is my irregular
Here I float
Among the sheep
A mock flock
To perform my greatest act
And yet he smiles
Fangs not for killing
But for the art of the bite
Among these beings
He would hand me their moon
And I find my wicked grin
- Arielle