Isegrim

Once upon a time…
… she slipped from the darkling mountains
Bathed by the bloated moon
She lay to the earth, as whore to a beast
And beast began to bloom
With mouth of fang and sight of night
With hide of grey, a shadow to her prey
Screaming at the sky !
She crept toward the lightsd between the valley below
Leaving her mark, upon the silver snow
Awaiting with passion, for her hunger to, cease
Wild, with sensation, the eyes, in the mist
Then bitch rips woman, with claws, in the calves
And as bitch is nourished, woman starves
Naked and free, a legend to thee
Swifter than life, a slaughter, on the breeze
Runs hunter and hunted, united in flesh
As the mists part and the snow melts for her breath
I have felt the hunger, in the eyes of the night
Howling to feed, on the blood of the light
To watch for me, when the moon is fullest
Father look at me now
I am wolf !