corsair of the wood discard your skin
your pallid, wormlike vulnerability
corsair of the wood exchange your skin
for pelt of dun and brindle luxury
a pentagram is burning in your eyes
and soft, pale twists of wolfbane
squeeze your heart
a grinding pain is writhing in your thighs
the crunch of bones
proclaims the change's start
pirate of the flesh throw back your head
and part your jowls to sing a lunar song
the forest paths are dark
the night is long
[spots Daphne on the sidewalk and waves to her] Hey, Daph! [walks over to her] Where’s Albus?