Tag: poetry

In the darkness of the night,
close you windows,
and bar your door.
For I run on two legs,
Before I run on four.
The moon sings in my blood,
and echoes through my soul.
There is no difference between
Lover, friend, or foe.

Oh, Love you are lost to me
as elusive as a wolf running free.
When the banshee wails through the trees
Beware the call of the wild,
for the Wild calls to me.

Don't say that you love me,
Because I don't want to know.
When the wild calls to me
Fur, Fangs, Flesh and Fury,
Are the only things I know.
Diana calls me to her pack
The Huntress commands my soul
And there is no difference between
Lover, friend, or foe.

Oh, Love you are lost to me
as elusive and a wolf running free
When the banshee wails through the trees
Beware the call of the wild
for the Wild is in me.

Tell me, is your heart fresh?
Tell me, is your heart pure?
Tell me, is your blood sweet?
Is it as sweet as my dark desire?
When the Wild calls to me
The Hunt runs in my blood 
And the moon consumes my soul.

In the darkness of the night
close your windows,
and bar your door.
For I run on two legs
Before I run on four.