Dark of the Lune
silence in bright
woods
Luna calls
wolves wake in men’s
hearts
blood pools on
carved stone
something crawls
on your shrinking
skin
banging on the gate
some thing
roars
don’t you know
your son!?
remove the
creature’s
hairy pelt
unknown organs
writhe
on the world of
weres
we all howl
when the moons are
full
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