sliced through the core-
of an archaic wound
bleeding sounds and phrases
pruning the wisdom
from my fingertips



Teeth bared,

like an ancient dragon 

ready to pounce 

on those who would 

try and steal 

that which he considers 

precious above all things,

he waits for the right 

moment to strike,

to engorge himself 

upon your flesh 

and lap up the 

pools of your blood-

no one else may have you,

you are his most precious-

your death 

before his sharing.