The moon at full yawn leans out of an indigo sky
Shimmering beams reach down to catch your eye.
Against the black cold, a spark ignites,
suddenly the fervor is burning bright.
The wolf in the woman is howling tonight
She’s alone and proud, and ready to fight.
Scarred but not skittish, marred but not mad—
Her pain’s making you forget all you’ve had.
Sacrificing her soul at the sound of your call.
She’ll lay down her heart in the shadows that fall
Never to be caged, she’s destined for the kill
And you know it will be your greatest thrill.