Howl

by Anonymus Stanza   Sep 26, 2012


The First Night Is The Worse
His Voice Is Quite Hoarse
The Moon Is Quite Full
And Twoards His Head Pulls

He Howls Through The Night
Feast After Fight
Avoiding Metal Objects
As He Runs Through The Projects

But Up Comes The Moon
As If Nothing Happens
He Falls To The Floor
His Pants Fairly Tattered

Now Though It May Seem
He May Be Through
But He Has Just Started
Now This Wolf Comes For YOU!

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  • 11 years ago

    by safachan

    I love how beautifully described the process of transformation , i love were-wolfs and the poem makes it sound , the whole thing sound beautiful
    good one

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