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 !