When did your pulse last howl at the moon?
Stony stillness suffocated my breath,
while I struggled under his oppression.
My veins raved and raged with blood aggression,
while I strutted in the presence of Death.
Demons delivered eternal darkness;
a monster governed by the moon attacked.
I trampled with terror until they cracked;
liberating me to hunt and harvest.
My bites thrust parasites into the mind;
transporting from euphoria to dread.
With each gentle kiss my energy bled,
while with my love I left disease behind.
—H, cartographer of feral veins
