For hubris acts, behold a man,
whose wretched house and gods
I **** commensurate my curse,
a form, no longer man––
Through forests errant, lost for words:
the enemy of all
shepherds––a sudden thirst, a thirst
for blood, long since interred.
The moonlight mourns this horrid scene––
a silhouette of shapes
between, meandering as one,
himself, a fleeting scream.
For shifting nature, her intent,
on prayer and lupine paws
he’s bent, a sycophant remade
as stars themselves lament his gaze.
For human banquets, savage ways;
a sanguinary snout
and gaze; a gullet-carnivore,
and frenzy for that face.
For broken oaths and blasphemy,
the loss of speech: huma-
nity. His tactless tongue turned un-
to growls, and curses, howls.
Like shadows cast before a flame,
a species new reflects
his name––a lacerated soul,
so tainted, torn, and pained.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
For hubris acts, behold a man,
whose wretched house and gods
I **** commensurate my curse,
a form, no longer man––
Through forests errant, lost for words:
the enemy of all
shepherds––a sudden thirst, a thirst
for blood, long since interred.
The moonlight mourns this horrid scene––
a silhouette of shapes
between, meandering as one,
himself, a fleeting scream.
For shifting nature, her intent,
on prayer and lupine paws
he’s bent, a sycophant remade
as stars themselves lament his gaze.
For human banquets, savage ways;
a sanguinary snout
and gaze; a gullet-carnivore,
and frenzy for that face.
For broken oaths and blasphemy,
the loss of speech: huma-
nity. His tactless tongue turned un-
to growls, and curses, howls.
Like shadows cast before a flame,
a species new reflects
his name––a lacerated soul,
so tainted, torn, and pained.
based on the myth of Lycaon as told by Ovid in his Metamorphoses
