Fully formed hanging low
Swallowed up by the glow
Overcome by the pull it possessed
He felt changes inside
Soon unable to hide
As the moon did it's worse at it's best
An unquenchable thirst
Heart a beat from being burst
Mass assault on his senses and frame
Rolling eyes find a hold
Turning yellowy gold
As the beast stakes his ownership claim
Hunger pangs bring a chill
As he feasts on a kill
In the bone yard his temporary lair
Saturated in blood
Husky coat caked in mud
The result of his predatory flair
Confident without fear
Something pricks up his ear
It's a howl and he haunches his back
Running into the night
A spectacular sight
Makes his way to the rest of the pack
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Author:
peto (
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Comments2
A great write for the Halloween season. This poem calls out of darkness with a howl. Lovely
Thank you soren
Howling in appreciation
Extremely grateful for your time
You are most welcome
The call of dead Selene! Great write, Peto.
Thank you mutley
Great to see you here
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