Corsair of the wood
discard your skin
your pallid, wormlike
vulnerability.
Corsair of the wood
exchange your skin
for pelt of dun
and brindle luxury.
A pentagram is burning
in your eyes
and soft, pale twists
of wolfbane
squeeze your heart.
A grinding pain
is writhing in your thighs
the crunch of bones
proclaim the change's start.
Pirate if flesh
throw back your head
and part your jowls
to sing a lunar song.
The forest paths are dark
the night is long.
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