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Thoughts of a Patron

“Your hunger won’t help you now”
The goddess told the beast
As her mouth spoke the words, her hunger grew.

Ask for not
You are willing to be mine, says she
Waiting at the table, she speaks

A Lady, raised by status

Gone from my sight, she thunders her chorus
He wonders what went wrong between then and now
What muse spoke her name? Whispered in her ear?
The pain of leafs brushing her chin, can’t find her now
The goddess reviews her blabbering, thinking kindly on the beast
Thinking twice, she does, a goodhabit she retains
Let’s not quarrel my love, she lovingly touches the beasts face
He looks confused, some what shocked the hillbilly he is lost at her change

Oh wonder me!
That if the Lady be mad!

Come to me, she speaks his name
I worship you now, you know its true
The feelings you have shan’t be denied
Hear my cry, warranted they may seem
I touch your lips, masks the taste of sin
“You know it as you evolve, you cannot deny me” thinks he

Take thy knife
Slice there and there
Once, twice, teeth shiver in anticipation

Give your soul over to the temptation you have
“I want…” She whimpers
To be home once more, to experience freedom, he begs of her
To be home once more to experience freedom , she begs of him

Is it always as this?
This is nothing! He replies

“Oh order the darn swine” he shouts her name
“And on that note, try the side dish on your quest for fame!”