The moon is full.
Her silver light is my guide,
As the fire burns within my veins
From my loins to my heart.
I feel the animal throwing itself
Against the iron cage where
I locked it away so long ago,
Bursting to destroy its binds
So that it may explode
Into existance.
I can feel it, inside,
Howling, growling
In its desire to run
With the moon.
In its desire to scent out flesh,
To hunt it down, to taste,
To let the juices flow down its throat.
I feel every synapse, every nerve
Tingling with the ache to be the animal
And to let the human
Fall to the wayside.
I let go, and enter a place of bliss,
Where only the animal is allowed,
As I become the animal.
And I run, and I hunt, and I taste
For after all,
The moon is full.