Pretty Talons

Embrace the emptiness of a love that has no feelings and taste the frost she commands upon of lips.

Touch if you dare the frailness of her body and drink the blood of guilt that flows from her breast.

The wings of an eagle are upon her shoulders as her flight scatters the clouds.

Take hold of the stars as they fall to earth and form a mountain if you can and steal my heart when I climb it if you dare.

Polish now your pretty talons before you soar from the lair.

Daughter of mystery off spring of desire what mercy do you show your pray as you tear the heart from yet another man.