• A Hunters' Hunger

    Oh mighty hunter, with eyes of gold.
    It is to you that I have sold my soul
    With a hash look you take control
    and tainted kiss you devour all

    I have to wonder
    As I look into your eyes so cold
    Is your kiss really worth my soul?

    Would I do better to move onward
    and not be held by your hunters touch

    To find one that will not devourer
    Just because they live for a moments lust?

    I shudder and tremble in the moment
    Held by that tainted need.
    Your gold eyes they woe and call

    You seem to know that I will concede
    Soon your tainted lips will I feel
    Your hunger will I feed

    Till at last you move on
    and their is little left of me
    All because I have given into your golden eyes
    That are filled with an empty need