Endearing Prey

Perturbed in sleep the beast is awaken Old blood’s scent brings forth a raised cunning brow Commenced search of unwake prey, the Belgian With eyes closed entering her dreams somehow The tip of a whip nips a bleeding slit Now three days gone, the flower’s inviting Rose hip’s a ship, nectar drips from those lips It’s accepted in exchange for biting Once a blossom, then ripe fruit now rotten Ascension denied in dismal darkness The harvest taken tossed and forgotten Base, Rank and gross becomes natures starkness Rip out her heart and pierce into it thorns So that she may mount upon the beast’s horns