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The Werewolf
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 through 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 or 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 one last 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 the 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 through 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 or 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 one last 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 the Beast in us.
Namyh
Published 20th Feb 2024
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20th Feb 2024 12:33pm
1st Mar 2024 2:14am
Ahhh Shucks O - Before something happens in the movies, the chain jangles, the wind blows, something falls and suspense comes riding on the music. I just thought to try the same for the mood in this piece, which with your help has earned me an A+. Ahhooooo!! LOL. Namyh
27th Feb 2024 11:43pm
Gripping story, one that also embraces compassion to end someone's suffering as well.
Great work.
Great work.
Wallyroo - You can embrace who you are(a werewolf) or you can hang on to what you were(a human)….can’t do both. Fate has a way of having us make those hard choices. Mighty glad you stopped by and got gripped with the suffering and compassion. Thanks a lot Wallyroo. Namyh
