The King to His Handsome Baron

My lupine lover.

How your fur once did cover.

Now, tis but skin.

You and me, we began again.

Once you were my Barron,

I, your king, your wife were glarin’.

Now, though I’m still your king,

You my prince, all cover’d in bling.

Bisclavert, all in your fine regalia

Your hair is silver, your eyes azalea.

You my wolven love, 

Are my loyal friend. Of

Moonlight and howled ecstasy.

And fuck your bitch of an ex-wife.