Howls, deafening the forest trees,
bones breaking, rearranging,
leaving it hard to breath.
Eyes blood shot, head cocked back,
just a matter of time,
before I begin my attack.
I'll run until I can't no more.
Howling in pain and pleasure,
until the bleak morn'.
Trading skins,
for a night of revelation.
Praising the Gods,
in thanks for salvation. |
