A-Lure [v1.0]

* This piece is part of an ongoing mytho-operatic-drama exploring power, hunger, and social order through a deliberately carnivorous perspective. * Themes include predation, consumption, moral asymmetry, and the aesthetics of fear. ! Listener discretion is strongly advised. ! This work is presented as a narrative and philosophical exploration, not endorsement. * Crafted through badger-y composition and writing, produced digitally with the assistance of modern audio and AI-based tools. --- If you'd like to hear more, please support - I'd love to be able to craft music more regularly. [...and to afford Cubase, oh the now-expired trial had me drooling... hah.] KoFi: https://ko-fi.com/vorebadger - Portfolio: https://badgersett.net/ - Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/vorebadger YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@vorebadger Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/vorebadger.bsky.social Twitter: https://x.com/vorebadger ******************** SPOILER WARNING: Lyrics ******************** [Verse] I feel your gaze; you linger. I see the pull; I see the draw. I sense your wonder within (here) I smell your instinct... [inhale]—raw. [Pre-Chorus] I feel your heartbeat flutter... In your desire... or your... fear... Heed My beckon when I utter... I want—you... here. [Faux Chorus] Come feel My scales, ridges, pudge; learn each bump... (bump) Come let paws lean in to rub, to knead, to want... (hump) Come brush yourself against Me; your tail... hmmm... you're plump... (rump) Come soothe My restless scales... swelling... inside... (here) Come here. Let My embrace... linger. --- [Bridge] Press in close; you hear it, you feel it... That rumble inside there—for you. --- [Verse] Wings fold, tail curls, paws claim—you—My prize. Feel My warmth, pressed between My girth and paw. Within My grasp you've opened the gate, your world behind shrinks in size. you stir My scales and... hmmm... slack My jaw. No turning back, ohhh... far too late. [Verse] Either known before or suddenly clear Every step you took, each choice you'd steer Your path ends here beneath My breath A lifetime shaping "you"—from birth to... Me. [Pre-Chorus] Ahhh... that little tremor, that look in your eyes, The air gets thicker, truth in arise. No running. No escape. No disguise: My Hunger filled with your demise. [Chorus] You are mine now—My prey; Your part in life's play, a part well played; A splendid spice, your own marinade, A season like no other, pure flow; In My embrace—not soft and oh so slow. --- [Bridge] Ease in, panic, pleasured or hushed, Within My warmth your end is just, To sate My Hunger's lust, To indulge, to savor—slow, no rush. --- [Verse] With you between My jaws I compress, Putting your instincts to their final test. Where you’re going I will put you to rest Within the rhythms of My chest. [Verse] Struggle, moan, cry or fight—down you go. Every squirm is flavor in My swallows. Keep your breath light, held tight in there. Shove and push; ohhh, you will linger. [Pre-Chorus] Squeeze into My wall's kneading embrace. Feel My heartbeat drum in steady pace. Hear My breath, soft bellows amidst My groans. Let My pleasures digesting you be known. [Chorus] You are mine now: My meal. No dream to wake from; My pressure surreal Completely consumed: resourceful. Spasm, seethe, writhe, churn to chyme. (mine) Your convulsions climax... [groan]—divine! (mine) My pleasures sprawled around your last show, In My embrace—not soft and oh so slow. --- [Verse] Ahhh... that final shudder, that feeling inside, Where My stomach begins to steep, Your body goes still, settled in quiet abide; What once was someone, now meat. [Verse] Slowly breaking down to skull and bone, Reshaping what remains as your new form; The path you've taken, drawn, eased through all along To your final gate—from Me—just one more thrill. [Pre-Chorus] What's left of you in the end, My body decides; Nature's passing I delightfully abide. My parted jaw, My arched tail reveals it all; A shift inside and I let it—you—fall. [Chorus] You are done, now: My remnant. Completely consumed: discarded. Relieved from maw, from groin, from rump. Your appeal condensed to a pile, slumped. A charm, bits of bone, a skull to stare blankly up; Echoes of "You"—from Me—for all to know; In My release, not hard and oh so low. [Final Verse] I may recall My pleasures passing your time, Your taste, your warmth, your tail, your linger; Indulgent trace in My mind—once divine. As prey comes and goes, they sate My hunger, They end the same—by Me—just as you, Through Me—disposed—where prey belongs.