The Werewolf

We choose our own road to salvation

The Werewolf

I saw it in the moonbeams just beneath the star streams
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled thru its fangs making slices of the night.

Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.

A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek its flow
as nose lifted neck’s height for head to turn and catch the sight
of living flesh upon the land, soft for fangs to tear in strands
by man turned to wolfen sight cursed to walk the lunar light.

Howling twice, it turned you see to fix red eyes on ‘flesh’ of me.
I froze and could not walk nor run. It lunged a step. I held my gun’s
silver bullet loaded weight to send this wretch to Heaven’s gate
and in my trembling fit of fears, ‘twas shock I saw its eyes in tears

as if it knew just what I felt and with my gun please could I help
to end this life of killing spree and rid his house of misery.
It leaped! I shot and hit its chest. It fell and said with one last breath,
“No more death I make tonight, no longer slave to lunar light.”

Among the tales of the human heart will reign this story told
how man’s humanity gave up life to save its mortal soul.
For outside is the heartless beast that slays ‘til all is dust
but inside is the man of Will who defeats that beast in us.

Namyh

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

I LOVE this poem, I would have never thought to write a poem about a werewolf but it's beautiful and it's deep and it's sad and the rhymes are great. Again it tells a very clear story. I like your writing stile a lot.

[Namyh]

WeakFreak - That you found this beautiful, deep and sad makes my head swell. Now I gotta get a bigger hat. Whoa! Perhaps our strength as a species isn’t the absence of our fears and uncertainties but some strength that comes forth in the very midst of them. And if it doesn’t always deflect a silver bullet to the heart, it may just be enough to repel kryptonite to the soul. Mighty happy you stopped by and loved this WF. Namyh
P.S. - Now I gotta go see about that hat!

[Ghost writer]

I hope you find a hat that's the right size, strength is something again that I believe works very different from one person to another.

[Onlyme]

LIke a picture that unfolds before you, this is a great read. Wonderful detail, intrigue and rhythmical flow to this nicely woven piece of poetry as said with great visual images.

[Namyh]

Dawn - Makes an old poet proud you were here for this wolf "unfolding". Now I'm kinda glad I didn't leave out the detail, intrigue and rhythmical flow in this piece. Thanks Dawn for your words and for spendin' a spell to enjoy the visuals. Namyh