Lycanthrope

The deeds of the shape shifter are beyond his control or knowledge He is a monster ... He is also a man

Pitch black, darkest night
Evil creature, ungodly and cold
Eyes burning fierce and bright
A village shamed, A tale untold

A stranger to the light of day
Strands of flesh of pure on stone
Prayers to ward the beast away
And hopes the chaste will reach their home

No sacrificial rites
No motive more than blood
No remorse, no compassion
Amid the howling in the wood

Shifting shape at night
Bolts and latches on all doors
To thrive on fear and fright
To stalk his prey on fours

At the heart of this vile creature
Lives a tortured soul alone
A single silver bullet
Will guide his spirit home

Reviews

[Pickleby Davies]

Really good imagery and use of words nicely done :)

[what-the-frick]

I absolutely love this! Such passion and imagery! Can't wait to read more.