Corsair of the wood
exchange your skin
for pelt
of dun
and brindle luxury
A pentagram is burning
in your eyes
and soft, pale twists of wolfbane
squeez your heart
a grinding pain
is writhing in your thighs
the crunch of bones
proclaims the change's start
Pirate of the flesh
throw back your head
and part your jowls
to sing a lunar song
the paths are dark
and the night is long.
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