Winter

Coming out of the dark

the beast, it rears its head

walking onto the soft white, its lunar quest begins

an invasion of truth

to walk the land alone

stepping out of the moral slide

instinct is now its home

and its on, its on

the man is now the wolf

and I have changed form to live as winters evening birth

stepping into the cold

as gore drips from my fangs

walking into the moonlight, onto the snowy plains

I have waited so long to feel this alive

and its all that is real to me, on this winter night