Werewolf/lycan poem

[Racine Evrek]

This is from the book Blood and Chocolate. Great book!



Corsair of the wood

discard your skin

your pallid,wormlike

vulnerbility.



Consair 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

squeeze 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 forest paths are dark

the night is long.