Lawrence Talbot Suite

by Simon Moon

In my mad and werewolf heart

I have howled forty-two years away

In despair and hope: the bread

And wine of werewolf Mass.

In my white and crimson soul

I have sung forty-two years away

In folly and scorn: the flesh

And blood of werewolf Time.

In my cold and fevered brain

I have laughed forty-two years away

In measure of fact: the line

And square of werewolf Space.

Until defiance built of its own ache

A truth less tame than the truth of Death:

My werewolf heart has howled against

Both werewolf God and werewolf Man.

Until terror built of its own heat

A truth more wild than the truth of Life:

My werewolf heart is pierced at last

By the silver bullet of the Lady’s gaze.

My werewolf flesh is lost at last

To the silver bullet of the Lady’s lust:

I am the Beast the Lady rides,

I am the Stars within Her hair.