Who’s eating his prey whole, every moment.
Then recreates her to devour, again.
It’s like time & space are writing this tale
Where prey is torn_
Torn between an illusion and
The agony of letting the illusion elude.
The prey wants to cling to what’s destined to burn into ashes;
Yet the burning drives the prey more,
More Than it ignites the predator to pounce.
The predator is beautiful,
A ravishing creature of living_
Living that tastes like dying & reincarnation.
This baffling state of being
Binds the prey to her predator.
A cataclysmic magic blinks in triumph,
Keeps the complete ruin at bay,
Allowing a mourning to mark all escape routes.
A mourning that no one can witness,
Albeit it’s a recurring event in the soul.
Surmounting the prey like a snarling sea
Who has renounced loyalty to its boundaries.
The prey kowtows before the deluge while giving up herself
Predator, that hopes are,
Accepts the sacrifice & disappears forever.