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Laying in a bed of sour straw as the moon hides behind the frozen hills.
The door on its rails sliding unstuck as I lie reclining near steaming offal.
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My body is brown from summers in the woods catching squirrels,
black hair adorning my bare skin better than a queen’s fine robes
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The steer stand back against the wall showing terror in their large wet eyes
with the torn carcass of their brave brother set between us.
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I shiver, not from the cold, but rather an ending of the ultimate thrill,
of running through farmland and forest as queen of all I smell.
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My body shakes in hunger, not just for meat, but for the power.
Here it has left me with the moon behind a mount a maiden unaged.
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All men like cattle cowered in fear behind their doors but one.
One was brave enough to court me in my wooded sanctuary.
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Now I bear his child and must flee from hearth and home – naked.
For my curse is now his with rage to stir those serene waters.
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How many centuries could I have lived in peace and harmony?
How many legends of skin walkers could I have outlived?
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Eastward we ride to the slaughter houses where the steer will become fast food
and I will terrorize another disbelieving generation of softened fools.
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Now the world is my prey for the sin of waking me from social slumber
and into the changed land will I run like this train – relentless and unstoppable.
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