30 August 2012
The moon hung, languid, in the sky, The sun and dawn? A far-off cry.
My muscles turned, contorted, strained, And suddenly, great strength I gained.
Clenching, painful, breathing stopped, Every limb both creaked and popped.
My hair and skin turned flesh and fur, My normal moan? A husky purr.
Beneath the moon I changed to beast, And in the woods...
I began... ... To feast.
Man To Beast. • Opuss № I