Passion Play

[gil_liant]

Hark the noise and hear the clamor!
All around is spun the glamor,
Raising Ire and rousing wrath.
Turning all from gentle path.

Now the passion does them seize,
Scouring thoughts like buzzing bees.
Inside their head to drive out sense
And spur them headlong o'er the fence.

'The Wild is Pure and Good and Clean.'
'Virtue lives within the Green.'
So, Crimson they in Tooth and Claw,
Embrace Instinct in place of Law.

Until, consumed by Inner Need,
They quite forget on whom they feed.