Wolf's Cry

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The moon has bathed in clouds tonight I howl in wanton pain. Loose your silk, discard your fright I'm not foreign to you, my bane The boiling scarlet of your throat I cannot resist, nor you For this eve the need is sire. The winter in your tears, dark venoms Through and through In musk of misery and desire. Your soft skin, it draws me Nearer, I can't Or wish to decline from this madness! Lift your chin now, come, Let me take hold, Lose yourself whole in my sadness. For this is the edge where insanity brings An end to all known and all granted The kill and the chase and the warming embrace When all senses scream for the hunt and Prey. Madness! Overcomes anxiety Fearless, give me immortality! The beast inside me wakes, it's clawing me Staining crimson dreams and cruelty What are you? A wolf. And a man? That is, too. And of virtues? Milady, of words. A drop of the precious, A drop of the sweet, A drop of the blood and of heat. For this is the edge And infinity, too And the hideous face at your door The kill and the chase And the dances of two Of the beast and a man, so forlorn The man and the beast in silence they feast But in victory laid to the prey Then come to me, love And let me surrender in this lovely curse of the day Come to me, hunt with the moon Or be hunted in sake of your flesh For your blood and your lust and everything, thrust! Come to me... Release the beast! What is this strange desire That in me deep enrolls My dark familiarities, enough was said What is this haunting craving? I start to lose control What dangers it beholds inside its petals red? And as I lurk behind her To strike the great unknown Her rush of blood. A spell on me, it fills my sight! A mischief is the sunlight The day is long begone, A beast unleashed and I surrendered to the night The woods drip of dread oaths The Lunar call for hunt And shadows clad only in starfire. Bones reform the edge of immortality A lone howl jewels the distant candlelight. The risen fullness of me, now awakened and is named Lycanthropy's strong grip and thoughtless aim The need runs in dry veins, increasing, I feed and you will claim Ere it rise on us, a lure to tame Madness and your arms, and oaks and seas and skies, all bleed for us! I burn in sweet, disdainful shame.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Heartbeats. and I knew where art thou Summoned by dust and the ashes To hunt you in the boundaries of woe Clawed by the fangs of the darkness. My irises burn, extinguished by dusk Tongues forge the entrance, come to me Complete, I shall claim you by flame of the dagger By the whisper implied by another. Blood flows from my chalice to yours When our sloughs in the fabric entwined And the Styx that yet follows the lines of your cape And the Lethe that runs between mine. The swords and the flames and the guards and the east And the banished, dripping and wanting Risen to welcome our inhuman zest With a kiss to seal our death. Our spirits, serpentine, wrapped in the winds Let us hunt, let us the forests! I stand yet against the flame of the west A moon, and a wolf, and Ashtoreth.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

I'll come to you, unknown When silhouettes slowly prance The pregnant moonlit mids. Let us race the wind, the forest Bids us forth, to hunt the spells Of a ripening majesty. Under dying stars I have tread so far. I'll come to you, obscured By memories that have shed Dark melodies and tears. Take my hand now, follow me Into the tempest cords Into eternity. Omens and your embrace This witching hour's grace. Under dying stars I swear To be your bride for this affair To love, forbidden vows, and yet so true! The heart that beats in your beast's eye The ruby shades and lullabies Of dusk to seal this estranged love with you! And as we lend divine In vessels intertwined Follow me into the night, eternal And as we lay in rhyme The alchemy of time Take me in the nightly thermal. Under dying stars I spread wings And drank the mysteries of your skin Weresouls danced in scarlet, black Camphor of the woods - Secrets line the liquor of your breath.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

What have I done? Am I out of my mind? Have I gone completely insane? Should I grow cold in this thin lullaby Or follow the essence of men? This false masquerade, sensations and trials We laid in the passion of mutual denial I've offered a piece of my once beating heart To linger in madness, in sickness and fright... What is all this? Is it truth or folklore? Is this what you want me to be? Is it the shade that had made us grow sore Or is it the shade deep in me? I gave her my body, I gave her my name, I gave her my silhouette and my dark shame, I used all my charm and I used all my fame And divinity's fall and that sickness again... For I want all the glory in truth, far from pleasures and lies All the glory in the shade of the sun I have desires that run deep, that run deeper than lust All the longings that I shed all my love to - In sickness and in hell I shall dwell I will never be true I am I, who are you? In this silent decay I won't stay, I'll run pale for this treacherous day You are fading away In sickness and in hell I walk along these mortal ways In sickness and in hell I am true And where are all the glorious vows between me and you? In sickness and in hell I am through Behold the death of wolf, behold the howls that silent run And welcome this new man I've come to be Farewell you, silver moon, insanity and passion's rime I am where I belong, away from you (In sickness and in hell I'm leaving you)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The moon has now sank in my orbs, I am lost In the dank cells of truth. I am sober Of dreadful mistakes, and the somber, unspeakable Zest. I am worn. now humanity pounds In my chest. no more wolf! No more vain Incarnations! No vicious temptations! No maddening rage of obsessions Declines this vile change of the dimmed Contradiction, for light and just ration Hold not deadly passions Nor demon transactions - Enough with this dream!

And so I stand Where the memory of grace descends Where her smile can never reach me, Telling tales of crimson heat Who am I to blame? I have never had to walk this lane Where the flowers always grow As pale divisions of the trees From my point of view I will always be here Without you Cruelty, hate and the agonized fate, false tomorrows And the hand that's not there And the breeze in her stare And the souls we once shared And the meaningless, meaningless prayer... Moments of white disdain Doses of sweetened pain I write myself out as I try To express your ways with ink Epilogues slip down my spine I try to embrace all's mine To regret as your poisonous chest Stains the well at which we drink What is left now to hold? Just the ghost in the fold Of your hem, just the cold breath of heaven Behold, I am sate from this glorified hate And I mold. all in vain incarnations Something inside me dies each night I'm with you Narcotic desires to carve the unspeakable truth A dozen of silver chains Seventy hours of pain I tear myself out as I try To forget all your ways in this chilled lovers' quest Conclusions slip at my palm I try to crush all that's mine To forget, to forget and to never regret, As your poison washes my chest Engaging myself in forbidden requires To quiet your pulse in my lines of thin fate The vigilance cry of the morrow awakes me The sound of the whispering walls lets me rest I will never reach for pain And I will never walk this lane And I will never be the same with you.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

And then it was quiet And then all was done Lonely streetlamps, scattered heartbeats and I. And then it was gone. What is the strength that calls the man To leave in terms of twilight? Under dying stars, not sober. no! No! They lost neon, I lost faith. Tonight my only god is silver, sharpened chrome and itch, Tonight I know my hunters and the meaning of pain And as I try to gather piece to piece of oxygen, I breathe - Don't pull the feathers from my wings. I dare you wolf!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

In this fair nakedness I kneel, head between my shaking hands Vision blurred from ice tears dripping from a cold champagne To shatter, amplified by the echoes of another heartache-over And the symptoms of a crimson, unspeakable need. A mutual urge for warmth, only a glimpse of it in the stained glass The wine, all red and black and pale, and colorful and dull A memoir left in times of haste: "Dance with me, for the night calls, I'm losing each and every part". only dust now dances wild. Counting the hours ticking by, the liquids surround me as I lay here Standing by the mirror, undressing slowly, as if you watch Here in my nakedness I kneel, moving by the sleeping windows "Because he's made of flesh..." and I am nothing but the blood. Scream for me, won't you BLEED for me, I'll accept you between my legs now! Come hard and fast so I can die in you, the soil beneath me yawns You were so WARM! A mutual need? What's mutual in this hunger? Your beauty's gray and wet and sound and colorful and dull. Because he's made of flesh, and fingernails and aching colors Scream my angel, scream! I'll cut your wings for I have none! The liquids wash away, drain and surround me with your own, then! Your broken wings to jewel my bones, my tongue to voice your aches. Because he's made of flesh! And the creation and the passion Because he's made of flesh! The burning rivers and the heat Because he's made of flesh! Behind the truth once in a memoir Because he's made of flesh! In this red wineglass or his Crete. Rage, rage, rage! And the flames would go up and heat it all! It is power! This is creation! This is passion, in its rich, sweet, destructive burn! Won't you share it now, ladies and gentlemen? And take it all! Take my strength and my memories, Take my love, take my pain! Take him, for god's sake! Take everything! Take me whole and leave me here Unable to breathe... Take me whole! I'll be so WARM above you! Let me taste you now, Let me hear you cry for me only once! Come on! Let's hear you now! Because he's made of FLESH! Take everything! Everything! And burn! And burn, and burn! Into the river now! He's made of FLESH and dreadful colors! And feathers, "You don't need them here", to fly from your dark Crete! And where are yours now? I'm not burnt! I'm kneeling, blind and silent In nakedness once sought, in dripping cold sweat of champagne. Because he's made of flesh! And blood! And fingernails and no more! The tide is now a stain behind me, climbing to the shore Wet, soaking, panting, drained of everything but bones and colors Because he's made of flesh and blood, But I am made of fire.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

In the weak of the night I have once again found A way to apathy's arms And this gloom spreads behind me like wings of great bats Bare in front of his late evening charm. And I tread upon it as if all was my kingdom To master, the taste of the bite The skies have many stars tonight, And each of them is sharp. As the pale midnight glow bathes my psyche Your window outcasts me outdoors Your sharp silhouette cut in yellow light As to blind the confetti of ghosts. A widowed moan then escaped my lips: I could not rule this wondrous art! I poured all my anguish in one silenced wish - Be a nightmare in your serene fright. I narrowed my eyes to a slit, Where her rage was immense to trespass My mortal instincts could sense, but see not As darkness from darkness parts. I scorned to her essence, I scorned to her kind I have turned my back to them all For kindness is but the perversion of kings And compassion in their compass foul. She has the wild eyes of prey To jewel in black skies The moon herself in her crest! But her eyes bled of acid when I reached out To touch the unknown of her chest. The serpent's voluptuous tongue, and his kiss That embedded a frail lament Bewailing the spirits of wayward winters When he lent me his veins and his fate. And when all is lost and nothing left in here The swirl of the tide where furies rest shall rise He shall repay thrice for this forsaken falsehood Ban him from the woods, conceal his lying eyes! Open your veins for my heart is opaque, And truth has long left us forlorn: Man exceeds all beasts; I'll rejoice As the wolves in your fine winter mourn. For each man kills the wilderness That lurks in troubled minds The creed of prey, the nameless wind The passion in the tide. The deadly need, the phantom crave Of what was once and lost For he had killed and he had lived To disobey his oaths. And each man kills and you have too Your lying tongue judged well You killed the beast inside of you Dismissed my mortal cells. For each man kills, and each man slays The bleeding hope. and I But this man killed in many ways Yet this man did not die!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

...And I was younger then, The pages white, the ink yet dried Imprisoned images of fate But now the curse has come upon me - 'Neath the streetlamps, 'tween the chimes An eerie shade and silence. His skin. a blasphemy That I could never comprehend In the mellow, evitable gloom And the serpent of his tongue Where all my chronicles were laid To rest before the writing hand of sorrow. To whom I write these chronicles, I do not know The ink now drips of blood. The shifting, trickling dance, unfolding The vipers of his tongue now brush the pages That I favored not To touch the ground of this foul freedom. Long needles and narcotic sweets Would I dream now of cruelties? I would give everything to stillness! A wolf's cry jewels the cryptic night A maiden's moan of heat and fright And take it all! And burn! I do not want this...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

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I have never walked away In the sadness of this life You know where it hurts the most. Now I tread the fearsome path Of sweet vengeance and of tears in the dark When the talons are fierce and the drugs are all quick Guess you'll never find A way out in a world of woe I have not And when it hurts I will rise from the dust I will sharpen my fangs I will fist up my claws And when it cries To be out in the sun for just one day I will lay it out and hate it And break it And take it And make it A way to remember In the sickness of it all The elixir in my grief Held by ropes and by you, Tonight I'll wear the mask of the midnight. No more running away, I know now what I am A fire upon my skin - A mistress, a man and his shame. In those discarded rhymes I will tear through the winter woods Let the ecstasy glow, let the rivers all flow Let the blood drip freely of this man's disloyal veins! And the soft candlelight A moment of burning Now watch it, it's burning, it's burning! Burn with me, burn with me, burn! Come do me wrong Come hush my words When all is lost and heavy are Truth and pain Embrace the night Come shut the lights Let the dream pull it's darkness over me Once more…

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025