Sacrifice

With the cut of a blade
A symbol is made
Upon my porcelain skin

They beat the drums
Rising from its slums
Its teeth create a grin

Heavy on its feet
Craving fresh meat
A rumble comes from its throat

The tribe grows quiet
From its previous riot
As I cower like a shoat

I await my death
For that final breath
When his powerful jaws bite

With my bound arms
Despite the alarms
I cannot put up a fight

The fires rage
Across the stage
And I begin the thresh

This foul beast
Will enjoy its feast
Upon my fragile flesh