The Fat In Her Heart

The lovers practice their art,
And the sky fills with stars.
We came to the fire with a torch for the past,
Hoping we will be forever in her heart.
The crimson sunset subsides,
A pinpricked curtain descends on her warmth.
The fear from lives spent in caves,
Is still fresh in our souls.
Unkempt,we address destiny:
Brave, and clamouring change.
As we feast on the entrails of all that remains,
I know we will be the fat in her heart.