Animals

Fallen prophecies, too feeble for the dead.
Prompting the cycle and wishing to be fed.
No cracking eyes or tainted skin.
Nor cold-hearted colors; nor evils within.

Breathing night and cursing day,
Neither more fair choice, nor other a way.
Bled from sunset, forged from fire,
Flowing like water, bellowing to the choir.

Taming the weak and weakening the tame.
Such is an animal, ignorant to shame.
Velvet red and soft like grain,
Blood lust of a human, blood stained a lion's mane.