A full moon,
A howling prowler
Trickles of sweat
A marathon of fear
One single bite.
As you stroll through the murky forest
With a head filling of tedious thoughts
Listen to the crushing leaves around your feat
Clanking and rustling, muting the wind
Feel no fear- yet
Waste no screams- but...
What’s that noise? That pierces your ears
Reverberates throughout the woods
That rapidly approaches..
Run with excelling speed
Inhale the wind as your lungs burst
What creation could howl so loud, run so fast?
What malevolence is occurring?
Feel the fear- now
Pierce a scream- loud...
A secular misfortune
The branch ahead was veiled to your eyes
Trip with ache onto the grimy ground
Blood and cuts bruise your shaking hands:
Dare to turn your head?
And face the monstrous stalker?
Its face, a feral sight
A wolf with hair as brown as bark
His ears prickle up, he licks his lips
Standing on two legs- this is no animal
With hands as humans, and feet of skin;
And a rib cage, framed by a thick coat of fur.
He plunges to your shoulder, grabs your skin
You can feel his sharp teeth devouring your flesh
Another scream; scarlet blood soaks your vest
Like a million pins thrusting in.
Cry for mercy- beg
Weep of death- but...
The predator stands on shaky legs
He licks off the blood which coats his lips
Within a minute, he vanished from sight!
Missing is you, to live in agony
With white bones visible in your shoulder
And your life source, mixing with mud.
A full moon
A howling prowler
One pained bite
A terrible night
Let the transformation begin...
