A grey cylinder closing in on destiny, these
concentric circles laced with gnashing and wailing
cartilage tremble with excitement,
shadows rest upon the prowl while
humans saunter oblivious, their judgement
shall be slow and torturous, they
have wronged and payment is due.

Never ending spirals patiently accrue,
freedom churning above
but the moment has not arrived,
it has been calm, collected, wound
and taut,
threatening maw you shall clamp
and tear and chew your vengeance!