The Eator

Come with me to a land of mystery. I shall swallow your fear. I have taken many before you to this land I hold so dear. Your salty tears, your quivering lips, are all too familiar to me. Take my hand. Feel my need. Succumb to your desire, to be free. As you see it's engulfing beauty, an overpowering taste. I shall enrich your senses. Nothing here shall we waste. And beware not of me nor mine, nor of things that may seem queer. As long as you are by my side, I shall swallow your fear. Yet alas you sour too quickly, and I possess not the power to sweeten. You realize I am the Eator, and you have been eaten.