Moons call...A werewolf poem
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The beat of my heart fills my ears
as the glowing moon seems to leer
The stars shine an audience bright
As I try to out race the moon filled night
My skin burning yet still I run
Forever looking for the safety of the sun
A cry escapes my lips as I scream
The agony proving it is no dream
My skin splits apart
As the beast claims my heart
Fur and blood fly
A howl replacing my terrified cry
The beat of my heart pounds in my ears
As the beast consumes my tears
The trees move by at incredible speed
As I am filled with bloody need
My true self lost in the thrill
As I hunt consumed with this desire to kill
Bathed in the moons glow
Through the ancient woods I flow
Alive for the first time truly
A predator lethal and deadly
Unable to ignore the enticing sound
Of the animals frantic heart pound
Trapped, held by the claws of my feet
As I feed on the raw bloody meat
No longer fearful of the dark around me
Hearing the nights call full of surreal beauty
I am one with all
As my howl echoes out answering the moons call
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Yes. This rocks. I've never read a werewolf poem before. It was about bloody time I did. Up and awesome here.
You write Ghoul so well,enjoyed much.Thank you.
...well you have created a poetic horror niche all of your own in which I am proud to say - and you have inspired the ep-man to invent a new vampire piece - so thanks to you for your divine inspiration - and yes I should come up with a werewolf theme of my own!!!!
By the way my favorite werewolf song - Werewolves Of London by the late great Warren Zevon!!!!
I really like this one. The beginning of the new life would be scary as all hell the terror of unknowing, like you said though instinct would take charge. 10/10 for grabbing the moment as your own.
I like your poem. I live in Limousin and the area is rich in were wolf stories and legends. I wrote a Hub about it as alter ego Les Trois Chenes and your were wolf and vampire stories will make great links.
> gothic poetry at work, more more..
Wow! I love the transition from fear to power, and how the initial reluctance to transform isn't simply replaced with acceptance but with a whole-hearted embrace. This was great!
Be careful what you write because you never know the power of these words.... never judge a man until you've walked two moons in his moccasins
This poem is really true but for some of us out there... its real















thisismylife9123 16 months ago
This is a very deep observation. You are not what people see on the outside and you wait for the moon to rise when you can become the person you really are. Be it werewolf or alter ego, Bravissima, amore.