Corsair of the wood <br />discard your skin <br />your pallid, wormlike <br />vulnerability. <br />Corsair of the wood <br />exchange your skin <br />for pelt of dun <br />and brindle luxury. <br /> <br />A pentagram is burning <br />in your eyes <br />and soft, pale twists <br />of wolfbane <br />squeeze your heart. <br />A grinding pain <br />is writhing in your thighs <br />the crunch of bones <br />proclaims the change's start. <br /> <br />Pirate of the flesh <br />throw back your head <br />and part your jowls <br />to sing a lunar song. <br />The forest paths are dark <br />the night is long.<br /><br />Christopher Biddle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wolf-change/
