Second birth of Eve

 
It is useless he spits, feigning a laugh
You cannot fatten up your skeletal soul
You are but a walking corpse along this road
He then swipes the berries i foraged from my trembling hands

While you creep along my trail of longing
Of twist and swirl and never end
Of rocky ledge crumbling over the heads of men
Of eternal night that has lost it's yellow moon
You will have old fellow darkness as your only friend

You shake from cold and weary wondering
Your cowards cloak is all you may wear
You've earned it's misery by your deeds left undone
So suffer the thread bare prize for your little care

He takes a black strap out of his sack
And skillfully runs his blade against its nap
Reaches with his gnarled claw and grabs mine hair
I groan as he furiously yanks my tired head back

He cuts out my rib...leaves me in my own stink of blood
Tosses my bone to the glow of aproaching eyes
I lay watching in horror as my life seeps into the mud
The beasts howls of ravage fill the moonless skies

I watch through a helpless death soaked haze
My executioner now holds up a long lock of raven tress
Before my eyes fighting to see the last of my earthly days
He conjurs from my gnarled rib bone, Woman in her glorious flesh