Virile

The flesh of this Daemon
Once flaccid and weak
Grows strong once more
It will not return to youth
For new perversions has it learnt
Yet only look
See the stride
Once slovenly
Now a hunters gait
Casual
Sensuous as the tiger
Note the face
Once cherubic
Now lean with a purposeful set
The eyes
Dull and angry they were
Now feral with desire
They pierce the horizon
Seeking flesh
Fear not woman
For he hunts you
And though your flesh he would devour
It is your mind that is the goal

© 2005, Mosquitobyte