Metamorphosis

He exhales a sweet-tasting breath
pink, warm, barely audible in the night.

Known of fragility, inability to be
without the breast of the one older.

Nude in the bath of a warm shroud,
little feet wiggle innocent at dawn yet.

A smile, a giggle soon a complete mockery
for the kindness the sacrifice made to him.

Shallow wearing an old soul plagued
with crimes of generations never forgotten.

Growth not required; evil has no size
none must be fooled in the semblance of grace.

Like so many siblings of this strange world
carrier of darkness voracious in appetite.

Not an oddity rather a norm of the feeble mind
like so many brothers surrendered before a fight.

Light will not survive when the matter of the night
spreads its wings and annihilates those of angels.

Monsters oozing in souls victims of the new day
there remains no escape but a certain doom.