Tales of the heart (Obsession or Lust)

Don’t you love to start fires?
Don’t you love the tastes it inspires?
Like a new werewolf on a full moon
Creating carcasses for a crescent cocoon

Intoxicated by its howling tune
It plunders until there’s not a soul to prune
Hounded by blood lust and it’s desires
A binding ritual is the sacrifice it requires

Ragged breaths keep going back for more
Temptation lived out with a bit of gore
We are the unstoppable hands of time
Ever hungry predators that lurk in every clime.

Vera