Ripped flesh and sinew, howling
like wolves to the full moon.
Searing pain flashes through
and will fester all too soon.
Dizzying, ears rushing
as the conscious dips between
the calculated logic of man
and the hunger of a beast.
Frayed edges of robes,
frayed edges of senses.
Unspooled thoughts flood
and instinct intenses.
To fight fire with fire
is all that can be done
and may Light have mercy
when all is said and done.