[i]Embrace the Beast[/i]
There comes a time in human life
when all seems stuck in swamps of strife,
and mists surround the mire of man—
but dare you ask how it began?

Embrace the beast you've willed away,
the faithful fiend you sought to slay,
the soul subject to all your rage,
though you're the brute who built the cage—

So distant seems its dear depart,
yet time again, you slip and start
and feel it clawing at your breast
and for a moment are possessed—

Embrace the beast that waits within,
the something sleeping in your skin,
the feral friend that fights to free
itself from human tyranny—

So whether by the moonlight pale—
and whether fur or hide or scale—
call forth the thing that's at your core,
and shed the form you wore before—

Embrace the beast, for now you know
it follows far, and high, and low,
it stalks and stumbles, world askew,
in search of self—
in search of you.