Tuesday, December 4, 2012

a whim not to be interfered
the shackles of self exiled
but to the moment revered
a cunning forever wild

the sent is in the air
hands slick with slaughter
to this pack I am heir
when blood is in the water

...
frenzy finds herself enraged
bad old days flood
to the madess I'm engaged
liberty of drunken blood

sip the wine it's force imbues
I am tooth, claw, and howl
crimson mist senses confuse
prepare for deeds most foul

phoebe's grace most profound
spirit freeze-boil and swoon
heaven ignores what's on the ground
and I shall kiss the moon

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