you bedeviled me at first,
but now i've got your measure.
whip-slim, irritatingly handsome,
i suppose you could have been a prince
but more likely just a once-fair knight who fell from grace
all lupine, Luciferian
(silver-tongued enough, at least),
but the god of abraham has little enough to do with you.
pagan as they come,
you serve an older master
and listen for his horn.
you know, your lady and i long for the woods like does or dryads.
we dare you to go hunting.













