Draw Breath Again And Howl The Moon

Luke De-Sciscio

Compositor: Luke Michael John De-Sciscio

Oh, the supine vulpine
Stalking awkwardly
Takes to its shadow
The shore

And nubile in nymphlyness
Undressed
Her hair red braids that lay there
On the floor

Recoil like a serpent
Receding on the sunlight
To mount the clouds
On chariots of gold

Kisses of soft paw
Feeling of the last breath of her
Whether it has run or not

My club is unique
And you wouldn't be welcome
At least I don't think

My there's blood I guess
And just shy of a tempest
Within it
Is a fire that never
For the fuel of it
Runs dry

Have you considered instead
Its all not just fine
Have you not considered instead
Its not all just fine

My vixen skin
Dampened beneath waxen Moon
So drink my draught from the vein
Arisen upon your tongue

Draw breath again and howl the Moon
Oh, draw breath again and howl the Moon