Hungry Is The Wolf

It is there, somewhere out in the forest

Hungry, its cruel voice echoing

A beast hungry for human flesh

Hearing this they ran into the house, locking the door

But that won’t keep the werewolf out

It was coming, easily tracking them

The leafy summer forest seemed sinister now

They could hear it approaching fast

Its breathing heavy, wet, and desperate

Its growl rolled over and around the house

They knew they would not be alive much longer

The little ones cried in their mounting terror

The werewolf came, crashing in through the door

Screams unfurled out into the sleepy woods

The werewolf shrieked in triumph and attacked

Its fangs and claws tearing into flesh and ripping

Blood and gore quickly filled the house

Where once life reigned now death held court

The werewolf contently feasted on the warm human flesh

It consumed everything then moved back out into the forest

Now it’s sleepy and quickly returns to its den

But it won’t stay asleep long, hunger quickly returns

The werewolf will soon be hunting and it must hunt often

 

Reviews

[Star Wolf]

Awesome! This is very chilling and bloody. Could be expanded into a story!

[Marie Harrison]

Blood and gore quickly filled the house
Where once life reigned now death held court...my favorite line in this exciting poem. I love werewolfs. Makes me want to howl at the moon! Great write!

[Black Cat Fever]

Chilling! Very chilling! So is the picture you picked for this.