Alpha

I defy you, Mother nature, to kneel before your child.
The Son who's howling high upon his throne.
Yet, he sings the words you cannot hear,
nothing but a self-delusion of the unknown.

Hear the forest, whispering his name,
mistress of the bright moon, wrapped in time.
For he is the nocturnal art I've longed to be.
Fear your Son, Mother, committing his midnight crime.

In his eyes, yellow awe, I shall immerse my soul
while their flames and his song still burn within me
and I'll dance like a nymph amid the woods
Before the wolf in me I finally set free.

Now, my beloved wolf, howl! Lure them in!