The Keelut walks

Black
As the soul of a priest
Jaws around my throat
All teeth
Matted fur
And putrid breath
Its sun red eyes
Alive with death
It pulls me down
To cursed earth
No hope abound 
Forsake self worth
The chance encounter
Leaves me raw
Life's refugee
A painted whore
Glassy eyes
Abandon sight
All strength is gone
No will to fight
Deep throated growl
Breaks silent tryst
Submissive act
No blood stained fist
Sweet release
Entropy brings
And floats away
On ravens wings