Likantropiskās · piezīmes

if only I could
open a little door in my walls
and show the world
the wild things
the mad things
the lonely ones and the kind
they would tear down
the door and the walls
they'd soar high and below,
and bathe in a sea of blood
radiant, like gods

a black moon is rising
oh, Melosephene, my queen, see
how much we have grown