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Poem - Lycant

Robert who was raised in Hawaii lives out in the countryside of Augsburg, Germany today. He loves sharing the Passion Paradigm.



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.

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.