Stigmata

Seems like they're after
Something they could master
If they could only conquer
That spark

Funny how they
Do and say
The exact way
They care

Then without knowing
It comes glowing
Always showing
Their fare

The signs erupt
From the corrupt
With Time

They all evolve
With resolve
From the sweet

Of knowing the predator
Has no chance
In the dance
With the survivor