As the beast stalks its prey
It salivates and licks its chops
All it can see is red
Nothing but fresh blood
To quench its thirst is crucial
It will get what it wants
So says this curse.
It will drink until satisfied
Every last drop like fine wine
But when the morning comes
The beast will have no recollection
Nothing but a lifeless doe as evidence
And the thirst torments the beast again.
