Sinister Countdown- Lycanth’s Howl

Dance round this mouth of mine,

So like with charcoal and sand.

I whisper yon secrets of older tongues,

To embue your body divine.

Twist root, break bone, eat flesh unclean,

And settle upon a plinth of stone.

Bare breast, drink deep a draft of spirits,

And let rivulets of blood wash down.

Then call upon a name quite clear,

To fit your final form unbound.

And with this mouth gutter twice at the waning moon,

Release your fear upon this world take up a lycanth’s howl.

-M.E. InkOwl