Shapeshifter

The dendrites crawl
Upon the trees
Casting moonlit shadows on the snow
Beneath the frost, the rot
Emanates from the kill
Ravens scavenge on the crimson ice
Free the beast within
Therian
Suppressed, bound up tight and backed against the wall
Gripping to the sanity that always seems to fall
Shape, shape, shape, shape
Shapeshifter
Shape, shape, shape, shape
Shapeshifter
Change what is hated
And what is not real
Never look back
Peering from a deepened den
Behold the road that lies downwind
Thrusted down on hand and knee
Dripping flesh and snarling teeth
Bursting from frostbitten skin
Hackles raised; howling breath
Change what is hated
And never ever look back
Shapeshifter
Shape, shape, shape, shape
Shapeshifter
The dendrites crawl
Upon the trees
Casting moonlit shadows on the snow
Beneath the frost, the rot
Emanates from the kill
Ravens scavenge on the crimson ice