Swallowing her hatred

Therein the beast gambols

with feral eye and savage heart

The toils of subservience

harvests the shrewd malice laden rhythms

invisible to her hands

which coerce such dark thoughts

into towering obelisks

of their prowess

That blackened seed

which wraps the soul in flesh

concreting her as the entity which she hates

It is his voice she takes

His anger she craves and craddles

in the depths of her blackened clarity.