In Spiteful Memory

Literally The Only Part

Set before her, animals.
A pack of eight, alive.
Many moons of planning,
Ready to take the dive.
Set before her, weapons None to her surprise.
With her sleeping silver tongue,
The sheep meets her demise.

The chipmunk left and the persian wept,
And the lemur tore about.
The fox just cackled to herself as the mockingbird started to shout.
The sloth she sat with the sheep,
and the snake sat all alone.
She dreamt of times where in her mind the voices didn't drone.
She stood and sighed and wiped her eyes and crept to where they sat.
The lemur cried a warning, which they'd all forget.
The sheep greeted the snake, with eyes wide and bright.
The snake bared her fangs and snuffed out the light.
The sloth jumped away, with speed unseen before.
The sheep just stared at the snake and begged "please, no more!".
The snake stared back, face dark and blank.
The sheep was bleeding, the smell was rank.
The fox stopped laughing and the mockingbird screamed, the persian fled and the lemur dreamed,
"What is this," he said in his mind,
"Were you not warned?
Were you all blind?"
The sloth prayed it was all a dream,
And the room came undone at the seams.
The snake let go and let everyone know that the sheep was dead.
Her face was stained and her mind was drained,
All in a ghastly red.