I like the light here, both subtle and bright,
making each instant a whole world itself –
I am the king and quean by divine right –
I am my own dream – Ghibelline and Guelph:
Meaning lycanthropy, the Loup-garou
of my own conscious conscience – and effects
related, as blood binds our sins to you,
these facts force me to act as she elects:
"Who?" one might ask. Well, of course La Luna,
that directrix of waters, fierce huntress
of lovelorn hearts – Don't try to impugn her!
With her pair of white wolves, woven headdress,
She'll suss you out, and then rip you to strips,
and leave you howling for scraps from her lips.
urbansonnets 