You will be what I desire:

I will shape you,

bend you,

rearrange your parts,

chain you to my shadow

and steal your voice away.

You will be the Hunter's tool:

If I shoot,

you will retrieve.

You will taste the blood I daren't touch

your roots rememb'ring naught.

I will pluck your burning coal-like eyes,

bleed the savage out of you.

I will shape you,

tear you into mangled bits

and build you up again.

I will choke you quietly,

bend you,

rearrange your parts,

deform you subtly,

and when you wake,

you won't remember who you were.