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LUPUS ANIMA
Beset by melancholy
chilled to the bone
alone he trudges
ever higher
on the remote mountain trail
Wishing instead
to be laying next to her
their naked bodies pressed
in warm, euphoric embrace
measureless love forces his exile
His pale complexion glows
illuminated by the moon
full and ascending rapidly
in the clear Autumn sky
he trembles neath the beaming visage
Exhausted body and soul
he curls up under a majestic pine
dreading the rising tide of transformation
eyes shut tightly yearning for sleep
knowing tonight there will be none
Excruciating cries-turned-howls
shatter the nocturnal calm cursing heaven
tufts of dark gray fur erupt through skin
sharp fangs rupture tender gums
eviscerating claws sprout from hands-cum-paws
Awakened by the stench of rotting refuse
he lay bare naked and shivering
prostrate on the alley’s frigid pavement
the sweet perfume of his beloved penetrates the stink
clenched fist reveals bloodied, shredded lace
Bitterly he weeps
chilled to the bone
alone he trudges
ever higher
on the remote mountain trail
Wishing instead
to be laying next to her
their naked bodies pressed
in warm, euphoric embrace
measureless love forces his exile
His pale complexion glows
illuminated by the moon
full and ascending rapidly
in the clear Autumn sky
he trembles neath the beaming visage
Exhausted body and soul
he curls up under a majestic pine
dreading the rising tide of transformation
eyes shut tightly yearning for sleep
knowing tonight there will be none
Excruciating cries-turned-howls
shatter the nocturnal calm cursing heaven
tufts of dark gray fur erupt through skin
sharp fangs rupture tender gums
eviscerating claws sprout from hands-cum-paws
Awakened by the stench of rotting refuse
he lay bare naked and shivering
prostrate on the alley’s frigid pavement
the sweet perfume of his beloved penetrates the stink
clenched fist reveals bloodied, shredded lace
Bitterly he weeps
Published 6th Oct 2015
| Edited 1st Oct 2018
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7th Oct 2015 3:18am
This is a wonderful take on the werewolf syndrome, Gahdess. It's more of a tragedy than a tale of terror.
"Excruciating cries-turned-howls
shatter the nocturnal calm cursing heaven
tufts of dark gray fur erupt through skin
sharp fangs rupture tender gums
eviscerating claws sprout from hands-cum-paws"
This registers more pain than horror, the agony of the lycanthrope himself inspiring more pity than fear, seems to me. The full, tragic force of the curse comes in the last lines, and they're devastating. Excellent work Gahdess. Good luck with the comp!
"Excruciating cries-turned-howls
shatter the nocturnal calm cursing heaven
tufts of dark gray fur erupt through skin
sharp fangs rupture tender gums
eviscerating claws sprout from hands-cum-paws"
This registers more pain than horror, the agony of the lycanthrope himself inspiring more pity than fear, seems to me. The full, tragic force of the curse comes in the last lines, and they're devastating. Excellent work Gahdess. Good luck with the comp!
7th Oct 2015 6:28am
Thank you Crow! The idea of the werewolf, I believe is a commentary on human nature, To a lesser or greater degree we all have our character flaws and demons that if left uncontrolled can hurt or place in danger the ones we love.
10th Oct 2015 3:57am
tiny gods, i'm just stoked this isn't lycanthrope erotica lol
g, this is such a tortured piece, refreshingly different for you & much enjoyed
xoxox
g, this is such a tortured piece, refreshingly different for you & much enjoyed
xoxox
10th Oct 2015 4:49am
Cпасибо тебе, дорогой друг. I have missed you. i was trying to generate a Mary Shelleyesque, Victorian horror mood in this piece. I am glad that you like my slight departure from my safe space.
14th Sep 2020 9:28pm
One of my favorites GW, the flow and imagery are perfect. Loved it. And as you said, this can be so easily applied to human nature as well.
14th Sep 2020 10:04pm
Thank you so much BD❣❣🙏 It really does...I forget too often that my behavior has broader ramifications on those close to me. I am so pleased that you like this piece.
