02-24-2016, 03:40 AM
The Werewolf
I saw it in the moonbeams just beneath the star streams
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled thru its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek its flow
as nose lifted neck’s height for head to turn and catch the sight
of living flesh upon the land, soft for fangs to tear in strands
by man turned to wolfen sight cursed to walk the lunar light.
Howling twice, it turned you see to fix red eyes on ‘flesh’ of me.
I froze and could not walk nor run. It lunged a step. I held my gun’s
silver bullet loaded weight to send this wretch to heaven’s gate
and in my trembling fit of fears, ‘twas shock I saw its eyes in tears
as if it knew just what I felt and with my gun please could I help
to end this life of killing spree and rid his house of misery.
It leaped! I shot and hit its chest. It fell and said with breathless breath
“No more death I make tonight. No longer slave to lunar light.”
Among the tales of the human heart will reign this story told
how man’s humanity gave up life to save its mortal soul.
For outside is the heartless beast that slays ‘til all is dust
but inside is the man of Will who defeats that beast in us.
Namyh
I saw it in the moonbeams just beneath the star streams
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled thru its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek its flow
as nose lifted neck’s height for head to turn and catch the sight
of living flesh upon the land, soft for fangs to tear in strands
by man turned to wolfen sight cursed to walk the lunar light.
Howling twice, it turned you see to fix red eyes on ‘flesh’ of me.
I froze and could not walk nor run. It lunged a step. I held my gun’s
silver bullet loaded weight to send this wretch to heaven’s gate
and in my trembling fit of fears, ‘twas shock I saw its eyes in tears
as if it knew just what I felt and with my gun please could I help
to end this life of killing spree and rid his house of misery.
It leaped! I shot and hit its chest. It fell and said with breathless breath
“No more death I make tonight. No longer slave to lunar light.”
Among the tales of the human heart will reign this story told
how man’s humanity gave up life to save its mortal soul.
For outside is the heartless beast that slays ‘til all is dust
but inside is the man of Will who defeats that beast in us.
Namyh
