by Bodee Crisp
Run ye tractable varmints and shelter yourselves,
The rapturous Goddesses are on the hunt,
Flee or be ensnared for resistance is futile.
Bastet sniffs the air with curled tail alight,
Scenting prey she crouches while talons extend,
Pointed ears flick back before she pounces.
They embody feral vixens,
Scenting the musk of their terrified quarry,
As savage urgings to rent and rend take hold.
Diana strings her bow and knocks an arrow,
Crouching low she scans the brush,
Tracking sight and sound before letting fly.
They become fierce as harpies,
Curled talons lashing out toward panicked flesh,
Raking red in tooth and claw, ferocious.
The Valkyrie heft honed spears and netting,
Stalking boldly along game trails,
Ready to peg and snare the unwary.
Backs arch with hissing feline shrieks,
In heat and becoming elemental,
The Goddesses pin their unnerved quarry.
Dali crouches upon her mountaintop fastness,
Scanning the valleys and dales below,
Sprinting and leaping at the glimpse of bounding lambs.
Slick with wanton fervor they truss the captives,
Readying them for the abattoir of their corporal delight,
Sweet meats ready for the plucking.
Skaði, giantess, glides along the snow strewn slope,
Javelin at the ready for any bounding hart,
She casts true and skewers the heaving breast.
Now the embodiment of the primal harridan,
Each Goddess devours the game they have spooked from brush and thistle,
Not to consume but to stock their larders full of licentious delicacies.
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