Feed the lion.
She is the law of the light
and the love of the lamb.

Teeth tear open wounds
ripping skin like rags;
flesh for the feast,
an altar for the beast.

She looks at her prey.
Her eyes pierce the heart.
Her body's of a lover.
Her breast are of a mother.

She swallows the sin of it's soul.
She eats the salts in it's sweat.
and let's the blood wrap around lips
dripping crimson on the sands.