Beast Rune

dirt burying veins narrowing birthed underneath jeweled gift of teeth lycanthropy crystallized shapeshifting bloodthirsty rune blinded by hunger and stench wolf by night when struck by moon bless’ed beast rune becoming what I hate the most six times chains were broke the seventh wolf awoke to graze the feast won't survive the siege the wolfsbane floats upon the rotten breeze gracefully escaping guilt and terrorizing peaceful bliss beast I shall remain, the reign is greater than the soul I miss becoming what I hate the most malevolent flesh and bone silver pierces the rotten hide in-betwixt the bones strengthened from the night blood shall flow’eth forth from the lycan tide breaststroking the wake of the beasticide sanity lives whilst the creature dies decaying only empty undeserving lives beast can’t feel regret until the morning rise focusing on fate as the dark curse subsides the holy wolf christ has been crucified hot metal shards festering insides boiling the truth with the demon lye later into human I transmogrify