Friday, February 17, 2012

worship

it is almost lycanthropic

the change, the surge

red hued vision myopic

child of the urge



calling me mistress moon,

i hope my soul suffice

embrace me my darling soon

justify my sacrifice



i do not challenge worse,

my spirit a vengeful wraith

my love blessing and curse

a reward for my faith



bring me to that heart

if it has the room

forever together yet apart

my cradle yet me tomb



listen to my feral howl

the love song I sang

emebr eyes beneath the cowl

caress with tooth and fang

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