The moon of the beast

A cry out for help

Falls on deaf ears

Exposing all his fears.

These wolves are coming

With death on their breath

Sniffing out the weak

They crave a meal so they can rest.

His breath becomes gasps

As the moon shines brightly

His skin turns to fur

As his chest caves tightly.

Reviews

[Corset]

This reminds me of a dream I had yesterday morning that left me feeling so strange, a man was stranded on the side of the road, and was isolated out alone in the snow on the side of the road, had car trouble and was calling out for help, weird, wonderful write, wonderfully uncanny.

[Jamie]

Wow really?! Thank you :)

[Corset]

yes, really, scary good.

[Lola_Bee]

love this short innovative dalliance with danger, great spin.

[Elisa]

You really get the sense of panic that turns to strength at the very end during the transformation. Excellent storytelling in very few lines!

[Jamie]

Thank you very much :) You are too kind :)

[Mariya]

A beautiful poem about lycanthropy. Thanks for sharing.

[Jamie]

Thank you Maria :)

[Vishuddha]

Very spooky. I thought they were after him but I guess they were just coming to pick him up. They hunt in packs.

[Jamie]

Spot on :)

[Michelle Coleman]

This poem makes me think of the song werewolf. His loneliness and pain. Thank you for sharing. 😊

[Jamie]

Thank you Michelle :)

[Nyu]

A cold poem, that's beautiful in its imagery. I enjoyed it good write :)

[Jamie]

Thank you very much JELLYCAT :)

[~]

owwwwwwww.. i always was on the werewolfs' side.. who wants vampires anyways ??
:) good one Jamie

[Jamie]

Exactly!!! Thank you :)

[Blue Sky]

Excellently written, enjoyed this very much!!

[Jamie]

Thank you :)

[Skai Rain]

Oooh, I enjoy the dark feeling here. Thank you for sharing :)

[Jamie]

Thank you Brit :)