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
Friday, February 17, 2012
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