Oh, the supine vulpine Stalking awkwardly Takes to its shadow The shore And nubile in nymphlyness Undressed Her hair red braids that lay there On the floor Recoil like a serpent Receding on the sunlight To mount the clouds On chariots of gold Kisses of soft paw Feeling of the last breath of her Whether it has run or not My club is unique And you wouldn't be welcome At least I don't think My there's blood I guess And just shy of a tempest Within it Is a fire that never For the fuel of it Runs dry Have you considered instead Its all not just fine Have you not considered instead Its not all just fine My vixen skin Dampened beneath waxen Moon So drink my draught from the vein Arisen upon your tongue Draw breath again and howl the Moon Oh, draw breath again and howl the Moon