Dinner with a Werewolf

Dinner with a Werewolf

A Poem by Sarah Wolfe

I'm getting excited for Halloween, so I thought I'd try a poem with a horror theme. Why not?


He scarfed it down, snorting like a hog.
I nudged the plate, eyes solely on him. 
He wandered around, sniffed like a dog.
I eyed the meat, and picked up the limb.

His tongue streaked across bloody lips. 
I slid my chair back in silent awe
The flashes of white, whetted teeth tips,
Slobber surrounding his gaping maw.

“Mister, good sir, please let me go free.” 
He grinned an awful grin. “This shan’t be.”

© 2015 Sarah Wolfe

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This is really good!! If i was me though i would have add a few periods after mister (like “Mister....") to add more affect, but I think you did an excellent job

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Added on September 17, 2015
Last Updated on September 17, 2015
Tags: werewolf, dinner, blood, horror, poem, wolf


Sarah Wolfe
Sarah Wolfe


Hello, I'm a 16 year old with a passion for writing and drawing, and a love for all things gothic. I use writing as an outlet for my moods and sometimes get a little preachy with my philosophies on li.. more..