In a small bat­tered leather bound jour­nal among sketch­es of ships and sea life are the poems penned by Mor­chade, pirate, storm witch, were­wolf. “I speak the Word from the hid­den gulfs that nev­er knew the sun Send me a ser­vant for my hate, oh scaled and shin­ing One!” ― Robert E. Howard Conan Exiles Role­play: http://​conanex​ilesrp​.enjin​.com/​h​ome Beneath The Skin This wolf that lives beneath my skin The shad­ow that moves behind my eyes Breath­ing out, breath­ing in The wolf that deep with­in me lies Call to prayer, call to sin Amid the forest’s black­ened trees It is there that we begin The wolf that only you can see The wine of my blood Its stain upon your lip so red Make it sing, make it flood We fall, the burn­ing leaves our bed Thou the ship and I the sea Storm tossed and rough Ride the wave with me Til it be enough Music in our blood we rise Beneath the blood moon run with me For you know where my dark­ness lies The wolf that only you can see Your teeth against my skin Breathe me in For The Hon­ored Fall­en For the war­riors blood­ed, For the […]