Fox-Mistress

Dead eyes stare into mine, They are not sick, or unkind. My flesh is what he craves, Their soul purpose for rising from the grave. The teeth sink in, in a flesh a remember all my sin. When he rises, having had his fill, I suddenly know why I've been killed As I change, I clearly see, We humans are a plague not meant to be. The hunger comes, demanding me, To find more of the blind and set them free. I lay for some time, then my metamorphis is complete. The death rattle sounds, my hearts gives it's last beat. My body rises to it's feet, and I know, we are the ones to inharit the earth, the meek. I shuffle along, The hunger makes me solid an