CORPSE

Preying into the night for withered bodies of deaths grace,Stalking into the darkness the strong scent of burning flesh,While watching upon the rivers of bleak mis fortunate souls,Are sinners of catastrophe waiting for a scarlet fire to burn?As the smoke rises into the sky, people watch with concern,For these animals seek food, food which they so badly yearnAs they crouch silently beneath tree branches of whispers,Shadows begin to emerge while they run into dark rivers.Like tigers hunting prey, they drag their food from murkey waters,Onto the shores as they begin to unravel bodies like starving beasts,Cries delude the night while these eager animals feast,Fighting over bones while ripping apart the human chests,As the porcelain moon of a bright glow begins to suddenly rise,Unexpectedly across merciful skies. They flee into the jungle;howling vicious like wolfs into the darkened night of lost hope,Hidden in the mist until these cannibals faces are revealed again.