31 July 2012
Howling, singing, in disguise,
Pain and suffering, under black skies.
Full moon rising, blood on the ground,
In the night, devoid of sound.
Carnage minded, human no more,
Naked on the forest floor.
Coughing blood, churning bones,
My song will be sung alone.
Maw extending, teeth firm and sharp,
Changing in the light of dark.
Spinal column, bending back,
Colour vision going slack.
Yellow eyes in black and white,
Mirroring my curse of fight.
To hunt to kill, to rip to tear,
Instincts that I cannot bare.
One night I will take a gun,
With silver shots - my shadow, my sun.
The Werewolf • Opuss № I