Heart of the Wolf

He who walks the Hunter’s Skin
Salve of untamed shift within
Silent spell cast into night
Free thy ecstacy, pure delight
Binding night when moon holds sway
When women bleed a summoning way
As shadow falls from silver light
When men’s fury is of full sight
Gather the wood of eternal tree
Oaken pyre none may see
As flames cast towards sky
Take from the beast who died
Bare skull, and whole of heart
Cast to flame in the dark
Hair of He who summons fire
Hair of beast, blood desire
Dust of black grind with stone
Shadow’s pigment, earthly throne
From beneath skin take with no sound
Blooded grease heated down
Bind the paint, ointment of beast
Bind the essence of the feast
Chest of Shifter blood must run
Asleep must be the sun
Spit of fury, hate, and lust
Cast away world of disgust
Seed of thy oak must run free
Cast too thy musk: none may see
Bind to vessel of blackened oil
Balm of one born of the soil
Anoint thyself in paint of beast
Don the mantle of the Great Feast

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