BLOOD MOON RISING
Embrace the madness for a night
but hold tight to the reins.
Friday, July 1, 2011
TAMING
TAMING
Where do we go to howl
when the wind chases our words?
Where do we go to hunt
when man , our hunger, curbs?
They tame us into their plaything
by filing our teeth and claws.
And when madness finally takes us
we're able to heed the call.
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