The Werewolf's Savaging Delight

stop screaming now
stop screaming
your helpless shrieks
of anguished pain
are deep delight
but they are unneeded as of yet
because I will not kill you now

    but soon

no,
not until
the moon bleeds out
behind the blackened
mountain shadows

    it’s coming, sweet hell once more is coming

when flesh again
will warp
and bones
will wrench

    its starting yes its starting

transformation boiling
through my smoking blood
churned by silver blight
of full moon's raging light
and only then
when torment ‘s done
with me
will it begin again
for you

    skin splitting in delicious agony
    tongue lengthening
    anticipation slobbering
    ears stretch to catch the coming cries
    of luscious agonized despair
    
But not for you
the coming chase
you are too old
for frenzied hunt

    hair writhing
    organs shifting
    tendons twisting
    mind now squirming
    with blasphemous delight

your skin stinks
of growing age
your old joints sweat
your muscles creak
your flesh is weak
it lacks the supple tenderness
of youth's affronted innocence
that I crave so much to savor,
nor does your aging body
have the stamina or strength
I need to make the coming hunt
feel  good enough to howl at

    throat rippling transforming
    neck thickening with fury
    shoulders crunching
    hunched for furious frenzied speed

For you are not
some morsel  of
a trembling child,
held fast and horrified
within my rending claws

    teeth screaming into slavering fangs
    mouth erupts to drooling snout
    tortured ecstasy warping eyes
    eager for the taste of sated hate

nor are you
a full-grown man
proud in prime of life
whose bravery and strength
I can ridicule and debase
in shouts of
helpless suffering
torn rabidly
from ravaged living soul

    muscles rip with charring pain
    nightmare grip of full moon's bane
    warped flesh and soul begin to sing
    of mindless joyous wrath again

no
you are too old
to run as fast
as I require
to satisfy
my raging hating lust
but understand me now
make no mistake:
do not think
that even as things are
you will not give me pleasure

    bones cracking
    limbs distorting
    fingernails curling
    into razored talons ripping

for in a little while this other
younger one beside you
will flee my tender ministrations
and thus will she provide to me
that dark deep brutal
joy of chase
 
    pulling down a fearful prey
    wide eyes begging horrified
    head thrown back tendons stretched
    hot blood pumped by struggling heart
    spraying over eager snarling snout
    firm flesh ripped by ragged
    pleading screams of vicious hurt
    torn from shuddering flesh
    by rending fangs
    and hideous despair

but know this and know it well
before I rip away
her struggling skin
and savor the sweet agony
of spurting blood
beneath

    ah god, it's almost here
    
I'll drag her screaming
back to you
where mother's anguished
mindless fear
awaits to feed
my fury

    yes oh yes it’s come

and only then

    its time its time

when you can see
what I will do
will I begin
to tear her  life away

    the bloated moon has started howling
    I can feel Hell arriving
    my blood's already burning, singing
    frenzied with the awful searing
    of changing and becoming
    this delicious overpowering evil
    of violent bestiality unchecked
    and savagery unchained
    by puny human kind

so run sweet morsel run
flee from me into
the forest night
and we will see
how far you get
before I pull you down

    yes start screaming now….