Of Wolves and Oceans
We are of Wolves and Oceans,
howling at the moon,
swaying with the tides.
Sharpen your fangs,
practice your growls,
pull me to your den.
Hunt by the shore,
roar at the Ocean,
listen as it roars back.
Devour this flesh
dressed in moonlight
bathed in sea salt.
Enter the water,
dip your paws,
wet your pelt.
Learn to drown,
to let go,
to be washed away.
There, in the darkness,
let the moon be your guide,
She will bring you back.
Rediscover your hunger
buried in the sand.
Feed, feed, feed.
Pull, claw, bite,
take your offering
raw with your fangs.
Let our howls
get lost in the wind
while we murder the night.
Match the fury
of the crashing waves,
their relentlessness in the night.
Ravage this shore,
gorge yourself of flesh,
bite down to the bone.
We are of Wolves and Oceans,
reborn with the moon,
transformed with the tides.
