Whip Of God

Lupine gathering
Bequeathed
Salacious opera
Your call faithful,
Howling at the moon _ not _
Taring my faulty soul apart.

Thrown to the serpents a tigress,
Warrior-woman, a saint,
Telling our stories, gracious,
Tales of the lost and found.

Moment of cascading fang-riddles,
Truth of the hearts healing with poison,
Through lacerations bleeding I share my collectables,
Fresh tears wept for a broken heart.