Movement, so illogical
Second to his nature
Second to none
Iris crosshairs plant
Blending like a chameleon
Nails bleed callused palms
The hunt he treats as a bride

Cunning like a snipe
Hands as gentle as satin lace
Teeth locked as if pikes
Chiseled, pearled, void of grace
ashen soot he breathes
Tail so cocked
It’s immaculate
This creature of drowning freight
Nails bleed callused palms
Stomping anticipation
Black billowing lungs so cold
The hunt he treats as a bride

This Saturn spawn
Something of an old One
It flickers, taking wicked flight
To a sickening feast
Not mammalian
Not human
Escapes all corporeality
Beauty, so nauseating
He’s immaculate
This creature of drowning freight
Nails bleed callused palms
Stomping anticipation
Black billowing lungs so cold
The hunt he treats as a bride