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Lycanthropic winter (part 1/2) -The rise and fall

It was mid winter
The month I'm not sure
Nineteen twenty something
These days are a blur  

I coexist amongst the animals
And live off the land
I hunt what is needed
All but my rifle made by hand

Awakened by a sound so significant
The howling seemed monstrous underneath the moon
I've heard the wolves before but this time it was different
I've heard the tales before but never thought them true

I loaded my gun but little did I know
The events that lay before me
The beast I was about to meet
Would forever be transforming

Glinting eyes just through the tree line
Watching my every step
Steam billowed from its bloodstained snout
I could smell the iron on its breath

In the shadows it stood erect
It looked like a man
Walking on its hind legs
It held something in its hand

I heard a moan from its grip
From a person torn and ripped
Done with its toy it dropped it to the ground
I smashed my lantern and fire gathered around

The blaze allowed me to see the beast in full
Half man half wolf all rage
I knew it wouldn't leave me peacefully
I'd have fight for my life and ignore the pain

Its chest was scarred with bullet holes
Fur matted down with something else's blood
It growled and shook the earth beneath me
I gripped tight my loaded gun

Dropping to the floor
Now walking on all four
Circling as it roared
It's body shook in perpetration for this war

It's fur stood straight up along its spine
It's eyes stared maliciously into mine
Without further haste I raised my rifle taking aim
Shot the monster in the eye didn't kill but sure did maim

It yelped aloud and slipped into the shadows
I wanted to follow
But to fall into its trap
Would leave my carcass cold and hollow

I heard the snap of twigs and crackling leaves underneath its paws
I felt hot breath and then it's claws
In the cloak of darkness it came to my back
Tearing me to the bone with a well played attack

I turned to release a second assault
But as quickly as it came it slipped into the trees once more
Wounded but not fallen I stay within the fires light
My blood turned the dirt into mud as it dripped to the floor

I knew it was close
Quietly stalking
"Come out and fight!"
I yelled at it taunting

I loaded my last round into the rifle
Quickly losing blood my breathing got stifled
Reflecting the fire, it's only good eye gave it away
Another volley coming and I was ready to play

Taking aim again
Pointing at the glint
Squeezing the trigger
.....Direct hit

It let out a howl which rattled my bones
And fell to the ground where no light had shone
Panting hard with corpse breath so pungent
I unsheathed a stone carved hatchet ready to plunge it

It laid in the dirt
Sniffing the air
Snapping and slashing
It knew I was there

My muscles were weakened and my body was cold  
Raising my blade for the final blow
I brought it down hard splitting the skull
But that godless monster just wouldn't let go

Barking and writhing though it should be dead
I axed at the neck to sever its head
Gasping for air from its throat out of line
The woods echoed loud as I broke through the spine

It's body shuttered as the curse was dispatched
The body that lay turned back to a man
I dropped to the ground ready to die
But I awoke the next morning with a hunger inside

Lycanthropic Winter (pt 2/2)
Into the fire

The passing weeks had come and gone
I watched the sun set two dozen times
But none with the anticipation I felt like this
I could feel a sudden shift but never saw the signs

I would sleep within the fires light
In fear of the wolves menacing eyes
No need for light upon this night
For the moon in full would start to rise

An unusual silence shrouded the forest
Accompanied by a strange stillness
It is like the animals and weather were avoiding me
Like I was plagued by some contagious illness

Slowly the stars opened their eyes
One by one they came alive
It was hypnotizing the way they glowed
And how every color in the spectrum seemed to show

The muscles twitched along my back
The scar the wolf had left me churned
Once upon a time the fairy tales start with
But this is where the monster turns

The lunar light showered my body
To wash away this human disguise
The beast within was hungry and ready
My skin began to tear along the spine

My body had felt like it was burning
The hunger inside was starting to grow
Recognizable chunks of flesh fell to the ground
Still warm they melted the snow

I could smell my own blood falling
And could hear my skin rip apart
Every bone I had was cracking
Some of which were even snapping

My senses grew oh so sudden
The pain I felt would soon be gone
Left me along with all humanity
Stretch these muscles newly spawned

The air so new so sweet flooded my snout
Dilated eyes I could see in the dark
Howling to give praise to the moon
Ready and starving the blood feast will start

I could smell the people sleep
I could smell the raw red meat
I could taste it on my tongue
I could taste it in my teeth

The village close was silent and cold
But the sound of screams will soon unfold
Let the air be filled with fear
I am lycanthrope and drawing near

Running
Through the trees
Trudging
Over the snow
Leaping
Over the river
Frozen
No water flowed

The sight of the steeple
It burned my eyes
No remorse for these people
And their tiny lives

Just out of earshot I wait and I prowl
Just out of earshot to keep silent my growl
Eyes glinting back a bonfires light
Panic arose when I lunged into sight

The first to be torn was the slowest of all
The bit sized little child who submit to a fall
Helplessly screaming but I had not cared
I ripped her apart as her parents just stared

Next in my mouth was her grieving mother
Then the sweet taste of the little girls brother
The village took refuge as the brave took up arms
Equipped with my hunger Im built to do harm

Pitchforks had punctured
And axes had cut
Deep to my bones
But I did not give a fuck

With claws tearing and slashing
I had the upper hand
My teeth ripping and gnashing
I am the fall of man

The screams were like lamp oil
Thrown on a flame
My rage grew immensely
As I distribute the pain

Sooner than later the village went silent
The scene all around was ever so violent
Bodies in pieces were strewn all around
The blood was in puddles and pooled on the ground

I stood like the man of my previous form
And howled at the moon with my gut full of gore
The trees shook from the roar and birds scattered galore
Once again running I ran on all four

Over the river
Back through the snow
I ran through the trees
And woke up at home

My body was cold naked and soaked in blood
So I took flame to the wood I had cut
Stoking the blaze consuming the pyre
I thought about throwing myself into the fire

Werewolf

Running from the sun,
When we feel shame and shy.

Nowhere to go but in the dark.

We live only one night,
When the moon goes full.

Dressing nice at office,
With some gay glasses,

And a nice shaved beard.

We live only one night,
When the moon goes full.

And if we die, during the bloody moon,
No place to go but the wood.

Where wolves would eat us.

We run out of time everyday,
It is time to go,

Today the moon is going to hide the sun.

Escape from the society,
Where do I hide,

When I start to feel aggressive and murderous.

We live only one night,
When the moon goes full.

We only live one night,
When the moon goes fully bloody in the night.

And when we die this way no place to go,
No grave will accept us,

But the mouth of hungry wolves to claim their revenge.

Waldemar Daminsky

Waldemar Daminsky prowls
When the wolf bane blooms
The nobleman stops and howls
Where the forest looms

He then approaches Lady Fair
Bathing in the stream
Drags this vixen to his lair
And relishes her scream

But then turns out she's fairly strong
And possessed by Lady Luck
They strike a deal before long
And seal it with a fuck

They then lay exhausted side by side
And fall sweetly in love
He'll take her gently as his bride
Beneath the moon above

Love Lost
He watches me change under the full moon's embrace.
My body twisted and gnarled like an old tree.
Bones breaking as fields of hair spread across my skin.
Bright yellow eyes peering at him through the darkness.
My great love, the one I am meant to be with forever.
My nails grow long and sharp from my fingers and toes as they retreat.
I scream and howl in pain as the primal transformation continues.
I asked him not to follow me here, to go and yet he came.
He loves me.

A tail extends from my bloody spine and my legs bend back snapping the bone as they take new form.
One of a large beast with a shiny black coat.
Fangs break through in my jaw growing ever longer, sharper.
And yet he waits blinded by love possibly thinking to join me in this curse.
I think to myself, 'run', and yet the wolf thinks 'stay'.
I am so hungry the flames burn inside of my stomach as the final changes are made.
A last thought I cannot help but to think, 'Yes, stay my love'.
I think he realizes now no humanity is left as he tries to escape.
But it is too late,  I spring forward knocking him to the ground.
I tear open his lower back to reveal a bloody mess and so the rabbit shall no longer run.
Screams echo in the night as lifeless legs are unable to carry him.

'Please, Rebeka, I love you!'
As he speaks the final word, I take his throat into my jaws crushing it instantly and ripping it open to feast.
My dear sweet love, he no longer moves as I devour his body.
There is no sweeter taste than love and I savor every bite.
The morning comes and I lie naked covered in dried blood that cracks with each movement.
My hunger has been satiated  leaving yet another hole in my heart to fill.
And so I look for another lover that we may search for eternity together.

Forever in love.

Shed the mask
run free at last
moonlit bask
shadows cast

Finally free
true identity
never left to be
this me

Snuffle grunt
begin the hunt
she confronts
my affront

Trick or treat
fear defeat
run beneath
lunar scrutiny

Silver slivers
sending shivers
Van Helsing's quiver
Red runs the river

THE RED CLOAK PT ONE

The Girl looked vaguely familiar. Her hair was long and tangled. Her sturdy limbs carried seven buckets of well water, three on one side four on the other, while the other women struggled with two. There was no strain on her face and the few other people who stayed near her laughed at one of her smiling jokes. Her features were,very beautiful. Full, blood red lips, wide dark brown eyes framed with long lashes, all in lovely symmetry. Yet none approached the beauty. Larten couldn't bring himself to work up the courage to be introduced or even enquire about the dark eyed Girl. He haven't been this shy in 50 years. Strangely none of the men ever mentioned the Girl. Although occasionally caught the dangerous Whispers of a witch and naturally stronb.c. She-wolf is said a lot.

THE RED CLOAK PT TWO

He planed it to perfection- more patient than in his youth. The Girl lived reclusively on the edge of the Hamlet. Larson slipped in as she poured the last bucket into the bath. He caught her from behind. His observations were correct, she was strong. She fought him but was no match for the cursed strength expanding his arms and curling his fingernails into claws, his erection growing along with him. He threw her to the floor, carefully as to not to bruise her tender creamy flesh. Larson then draped the red cloak over her and gurgled around his half-formed snout, "Put it on." No one had suspected him, handsome, charismatic Larson. The Lumberjack and the rest of the villages had killed a large wolf that day. He had been ever so careful since. What Larson failed to notice as he reminisced was the Girl pulling out of small blade hidden to look like a hairpiece. She stood up dressed in red and as he lurched towards her she used his momentum to drive the blade in deep. The spell worked fast and the last thing Larson heard was, "That's for my sister." Then everything exploded into black.

Here's an older one

- - - THE QUEEN OF NIGHT - - -

Her great eye stares through the abyss
Piercing the hearts of beasts
Running wild to hunt at night
Kissed and blessed in the full moon light

Wolf mother, like no other
Enchanting me in silver light
Beast inside, it needs to dine
On haunted moors, the eerie cry
The barking of the hunting pack

I still remember the first seduction
The suction and rutting one cold winter evening
Then to dismember the last princess bride
In ballrooms with heirlooms splattered red when she screamed

Luna, wolf mother
Bless my heart with your shining light
Luna, moon mother
Unleash the beast to prowl the night

Devour, the midnight hour
Draws ever closer for the hunt
The tall tales of living hell
Are told behind closed doors, recount
Beyond the sight of Luna’s eye

The rapid beating of their frantic hearts
Reveal the parting so daunting, flesh rips apart
Ravenous eating under Luna’s watch
Entwined bestial, lustful, howling wicked screams

Luna, moon mother
Why must you leave? Why won’t you stay?
Luna, wolf mother
You keep the morning far away

Is it a blessing
Or a curse
To rehearse
The kill in the dark?
To give into
The wolf heart
Desire
To kill again

To lap the warm blood
Of fresh kills
Is my right
I am the alpha
Under her eye
She beckons
Silver light
To feast again

Her great eye, a spark of magic
She is the queen of night
With her pack of hungry wolves
Kissed and blessed in the winter woods

Luna, moon mother
Why must you leave? Why won’t you stay?
Luna, wolf mother
You keep the morning far away

Luna, wolf mother
Bless my heart with your shining light
Luna, moon mother
Unleash the beast to prowl the night

(c) 2015 Frank Green

Howls

She is the Queen of the dark night
Creatures of night see without light
In this darkness they howl and bark
Beastly cries, to them does she hark
Werewolves that roam, hunt and prowl
And chill your blood with unearthly howls