Dear child be wary,
Of the beasts that be hairy,
On the inside and the out.
Through bloodied skies so bright,
Through feral sights,
Their fur always painted.
Lost souls crushed beneath claws,
Are turned as well to His flaws.
The best of men are reborn wild,
Though this torment be only mild.
A heart bound to the kill,
Damned for ever more to loose their will,
To the Autumn Moon's delights.
I give myself to this savage night,
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