Word of the Day: Wolf

The Wolves are at my Door
With lapping, lustful tongues.
They want me on all fours
For orgiastic fun —
They wish to slash my limbs
Down ligamental lines
In frenzied Feast of Flesh, 
In sanguinary wine.

I grab my shield and sword
Bewitched with aconite*.
               If they want me debauched,
               They'll have to win this fight!

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*Aconite or wolfsbane is a toxic herbaceous plant that poisons/kills werewolves 

This poem follows the syllable scheme of the Vietnamese thơ lục ngôn, where each line has six syllables.