15 November 2024, 17h46
Some time ago, I decided to write a few poems as I played VtM with some friends and my character hadn’t joined the campaign yet. I’ll post pictures of the notebook pages – it’s an old notebook, don’t pay attention to the rust stains in the pages – below the transcriptions.
- My hand is a wolfy paw
- My heart is furry inside and out
- My mouth is a wolf’s maw
- A wolf’s form I see in the mirror
- The moon inspires a deep howl
- A wolf! A wolf!
- Sharp claws in furry paws.
- The mud in my fur tells me
- a story, old. Echoes from
- wandering will-o-wisps, a wild air
- fills my lungs.
- The moon inspires songs of joy
- and the endless hunger, for love,
- warmth, the taste of flesh.
- I bite! Bite! Bits of meat,
- milk, blood. Death goes away,
- fairy dances I move in.
- Fairies, fairies, give me your fairy
- moves, songs, joys. My hand
- is a wolf’s paw, my teeth
- are sharp fangs! My back
- ends in a tail, my sheath covers
- a blood-red fat knot!
- All is dances
- and plays
- of Wolves
- and Fairies
- under the Moon
I posted other drawings I had in my notebook in the gallery, take a look here.