04-07-2016, 01:04 PM
The lycanthrope who loved
I listen to the whispers in my veins.
I don’t belong here, this is not my land,
there’s danger here I don’t quite understand
but still my bones will grow, flesh rearrange
each month, with vicious paralyzing pain,
and leave a taste of copper on my tongue.
These mutant shifts began when I was young
as moon shone brightly on mountain and plain.
My hunger rules me. Blood is bitter bread
to steal from others, leaving them to die.
I can’t refuse the changing, don’t know why.
My homeland I recall with morbid dread
where first I saw my father as he fed
and read my fate, star-written in the sky.
How hard you fought. You didn’t want to die
but understand I loved you, as you bled.
I listen to the whispers in my veins.
I don’t belong here, this is not my land,
there’s danger here I don’t quite understand
but still my bones will grow, flesh rearrange
each month, with vicious paralyzing pain,
and leave a taste of copper on my tongue.
These mutant shifts began when I was young
as moon shone brightly on mountain and plain.
My hunger rules me. Blood is bitter bread
to steal from others, leaving them to die.
I can’t refuse the changing, don’t know why.
My homeland I recall with morbid dread
where first I saw my father as he fed
and read my fate, star-written in the sky.
How hard you fought. You didn’t want to die
but understand I loved you, as you bled.