Primal

Blood and fire
Earth and skin
Bone and ashes
Out is in

Day is broken
Moon to Sun
All are fallen
It is done

-followed by my beating drum
Sounding out what is to come
To live and die on this cold day
To fade from colour into gray

Love or loss
Slave or boss
Snarling snouts
Growling shouts
Teeth in flesh
Moments mesh
Bleeding eyes
Swarm of flies
No more words
Gurgling cries
End of battle
Come death rattle