Memoir of a Lycanthrope

Cruel goddess of the moon, holding me imprisoned, laughs at my sorrow.

Hateful mistress of the night, tears open my flesh, drags my soul from hiding.

Shattered glass on black leather, strips away my skin, thirsts for yet more power.

Cold, glittering velvet, pulsing deep within, steadily beats inside my heart, changing death back to life.