one day i will lead my army
grow antlers to be ready
dreading the dusk but longing for dawn
you no longer look like my god
and i recall, in my fever drawl
that i bled through my armour
that my ship was never safe in your harbour
it bore your name
every plank a new shame
but
a heart and a fist tend to look the same
when you learned to just behave
shapeshift on demand
feed from the wrong hand
sell your land
to the highest bidder, never reconsider
but
i have fangs now, my love
they're not like yours, not laced with poison
but instead when i bite down
i have reason
and when i awake you will know
i am a beast and you cannot harm me

proudly
i will lead my army