Poem - Lycant
Lycant
My lust longs for the secrets of Marshal de Retz.
So, I talked to the dragon,
And he will devour the sun.
And my senses will seek out fear,
A lovely scent for a night of hunting
Innocents who run behind their masks
Awakening Pan who rises with joy,
And balances to fly.
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I, the lord of the woods,
Will run with them,
And dance under the stars
As Sirius bends the triangle
That bites the heel of Orion.
And I will steal a lovely little one or two
That I may shower in their blood,
And bath in their youth.
And as for that lying old man, Pan,
He will try to steal one too.
