Beast

One word. Werewolves. (Okay I ues that's three if you include one word, then a bunch more sinse I'm writing this...)

Her glow showered the streets,
Covered my skin,
Soaked my hair,
Flowed through me,
As her magick took place,
Threading herself,
Through my veins,
Through my heart,
Through my soul.

The beast was so close,
It’s breath rose the hairs upon my neck,
It’s heart beating at a fast pace,
So close to mine,
An itch spread under my skin,
My limbs ached with want,
Stretched with need,
Begging to run,
Begging to taste night air,
Begging to be let free.

The beast was fighting to be let out,
Pushing to take control,
To call to its brethren,
To feel the night upon its body,
My mind was giving up,
As the itch turned to pain,
Flowing through my finger tips,
Flowing through muscles,
Flowing through every drop of blood.

I let out a scream,
As the beast escaped,
My joints bending,
Grinding,
Skin replaced with fur,
Lips torn by fangs,
A tingle spreading beneath my skin,
Making me feel,
Powerful
Free,
Alive.

My senses expanded,
Taking in the night,
And turning it into day,
Every touch sent  shocks to my core,
Everything around me I could taste in the crisp air,
The moonlight,
I could smell her,
I could hear her calling to me,
I could feel her touch- a breeze not there.

Once more,
The darkness sweeped me into its embrace,
Swallowed me,
Pulled me,
Dark tendrils wrapped me close,
To its black heart,
Keeping me secure,
Keeping me safe,
Keeping me away from the moon light-and everything it brings.

Blood that was not mine,
Covered my skin,
Soaked my hair,
Flowed through me,
As the beast was getting locked away,
But I knew it would get out,
I knew it in,
I knew it in my veins,
I knew it in my heart,
I knew it in my soul.

 

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed it!