Salacious Bites, Old Evils Gouge The Grave Poem by Captain Cur

Unleashing my soul, victim, I am doom!
Unease persists; raw nerves duel deep inside,
coward sun fails, breeds blood lust freakish moon
glowering bares upheaval in my eyes.

Complete infusion splits apart my being,
cellular sieges, changeling's pain inbred,
bows curving spine intent on savage mien,
redressing process, wolflike drooling head.

Incessant chain convulsions molt in rage;
ancestral blueprints, hellish DNA,
salacious bites, old evils gouge the grave,
hateful moon, your destructive lunar rays.

Woodland's hiss as I speed a trail that leads
to mountain earth in twilight forest pall,
I roll in dirt and dew-soaked scented leaves,
my body thirsts, I vault containment's wall.

I scent my prey and track with instinct's mind
panting hard, swift paws press green rotting grates.
My eyesight sharp in darkness they are blind,
guttural growls confusing their escape.

I claw the ground and leap with dark distress
in silenced air I howl to moon delight.
My barren soul will pain and never rest
in freakish moon the man wolf hunts tonight!