I flee, knowing already that I am lost
Falling to my knees, I weep softly
The wolves, my last companions, gather about me
They sing their lament to the moon
Slowly circling around, they speak to me
I smile weakly, casting off my body
Joing my sisters, we dance through the forest
I am free, and I howl it with joy
The Guild Of Anatomic Nothingness
