The Finest Art Of Feeding

The moon has bathed in clouds tonight

I howl in wanton pain

Loose your silk, discard your fright

I'm not foreign to you, my bane

The boiling scarlet of your throat

I cannot resist, nor you

For this eve the need is sire

The winter in your tears, dark venoms

Through and through

In musk of misery and desire

Your soft skin, it draws me

Nearer, I can't

Or wish to decline from this madness!

Lift your chin now, come

Let me take hold

Lose yourself whole in my sadness

For this is the edge where insanity brings

An end to all known and all granted

The kill and the chase and the warming embrace

When all senses scream for the hunt and

Prey

Madness! Overcomes anxiety

Fearless, give me immortality!

The beast inside me wakes, it's clawing me

Staining crimson dreams and cruelty

What are you?

A wolf

And a man?

That is, too

And of virtues?

Milady, of words

A drop of the precious

A drop of the sweet

A drop of the blood and of heat

For this is the edge

And infinity, too

And the hideous face at your door

The kill and the chase

And the dances of two

Of the beast and a man, so forlorn

The man and the beast in silence they feast

But in victory laid to the prey

Then come to me, love

And let me surrender in this lovely curse of the day

Come to me, hunt with the moon

Or be hunted in sake of your flesh

For your blood and your lust and everything, thrust!

Come to me, release the beast!

What is this strange desire

That in me deep enrolls

My dark familiarities, enough was said

What is this haunting craving?

I start to lose control

What dangers it beholds inside its petals red?

And as I lurk behind her

To strike the great unknown

Her rush of blood. A spell on me, it fills my sight!

A mischief is the sunlight

The day is long begone

A beast unleashed and I surrendered to the night

The woods drip of dread oaths

The Lunar call for hunt

And shadows clad only in starfire

Bones reform the edge of immortality

A lone howl jewels the distant candlelight

The risen fullness of me, now awakened and is named

Lycanthropy's strong grip and thoughtless aim

The need runs in dry veins, increasing, I feed and you will claim

Ere it rise on us, a lure to tame

Madness and your arms, and oaks and seas and skies, all bleed for us!

I burn in sweet, disdainful shame