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!