A Meal Can Be Made

Pulled from the quiver

By trace fingers

Slipping through the minder's

Red suede gloves

A meal can be made

The body is prepared

A meal can be made

The body is prepared

Red arrow sent to hurt

Where will she choose to strike?

Moss rolls around

Wet rock like claws

Arrow strikes fat

Diving through the center of you

Bound by the summer lock

A meal can be made

Bound by the summer lock

A meal can be made

In the distance

The bell is repeating the dull morning trance

Ants scatter in shade

Hornets dart

In the distance

The bell is repeating the dull morning trance

Ants scatter in shade

Hornets dart

Which monster will hear her call?

Whose slave will eat tonight?