“…So frame my words in double and my form in all that’s vain
Kisses kill contentment and a spark will fan the flame
Legends grow from alibis, springtime turns to grain
Beasts turn to fantasy when wildness you tame.”
For all you fellow shape-shifting beings: if you seek some trick-talking, boundary-slipping delight (while you contemplate your next form or fall from grace) – here’s a tune to start your path today.
Silver-pawed I, silver as the flames of flowers
Silver-tongued why to the ways of virtue-spending hours
Silk over fur and silver for the purse
As my form changes shape so my fortunes will reverse
Flawed like a fruit with the one side seen
Fleet on the fleeing nights, full moon over green
Green under bark fuels smoke from the fire
Gold in my eyes rolls the chances of desire
So frame my words in double and my form in all that’s vain
Kisses kill contentment and a spark will fan the flame
Legends grow from alibis, springtime turns to grain
Beasts turn to fantasy when wildness you tame
Seek what you swallow and catch what you hold
Empty find the bed once the night is grown old
Full weighed your heart and futile is the chase
Me you thought you owned was just another face
Just a pretty skin for the virtue-loving hours
Pretty ways to sin while I wait for better flowers
Dancing through the holy words and laughing in the shrine
Tricks under the tables stealing seconds from the time
Time will fold the forests as the great trees fold to fell
Beasts who hold the wildness will learn to hide too well
I might hide my beauty but my faces’ marks show through
Lose the holy thieving tease and lose your stories too
So frame my words in double and my form in all that’s vain
Kisses kill contentment and a spark will fan the flame
Legends grow from alibis, springtime turns to grain
Beasts turn to fantasy when wildness you tame
Silver-pawed I, silver as the flames of flowers
Silver-tongued why to the ways of virtue-spending hours
Silk over fur and silver for the purse
As my form changes shape so my fortunes will reverse
Skeleton At The Feast 
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