Jaws splitting out marring his face

Crunching away at ragged lace

To gnash limbs away without care

Leaving shredded limbs to bleed bare

Cradled in a nest of sinews

Webbing it in fresh raw tissues

Seeing if its meal it might wear

Still so wet and sour in the hair

Its mouths a gaping maw at once

Only ravenous while it hunts

With eyes in its mouth like a flare

Watching you while you rip and tear

Taking a liking to your taste

It might keep you around tightlaced

Eating your throat like a fresh pear

To chop you up and keep you rare