a Feast that awaits,
                               a famine that needs be ended.
A hunger drawn too long,
                               Perhaps, He has His needs.
Seeks,  always, and looks.

a gluttony that matches those dark desires
Feast, she said,
raven that place You need.
Make yours, what must be
                               and Feed,
till the morn never comes.

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