the enchantment of lupa

image/artist: the enchantment, artist unknown

lupa sings a dark requiem:
a heavy, wailing melody
for her dying mortal self,
lupa chants, hauntingly -
stroking the harpischord of her spellbound spirit,
and her lyrical lament shatters
the tumbling hush of her forest lair;

shards of grief pierce lupa's throat,
squeezing all feminine grace
from her glistening pink flesh;
tendrils of mist that dance erratic'ly -
licking lupa's sinewy, velvet-skinned feet -
bathe in a shimmering stream
of the plump, ripe moon

silver splinters of moonlight
bleed profusely
into her delicate, porcelain flesh,
and barbed lustre gouges her lycanthic soul;
impaled, on a shaft of ripe moonlight:
mortal greed, lust and vanity;
infused, into the fabric of her spirit:
predation, hunger for a wild solitude,
and infinite, untamed purity

lupa howls with passionate grief
into the ears of an icy zephyr -
a weeping, wailing melody
wrapped in a torrent
of pearlesque moonlight;
shapes, shifting, in this dirge -
the enchantment of lupa

lupa sings a dark requiem
at the moment of her enchantment
her lyrical lament withers
into the gutteral, piteous cries
of a solitary wolf, perched
eternally on the torn husks
of her fall from mortality

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ABOUT THIS POEM: inspired entiredly by the image. i tried to capture the moment of metamorphosis in this piece. not sure if i achieved it or not. possibly its too abstract?