Morphing The Beast

A woman who morphs from Human to Lycan.

Morphing The Beast

Halloween joins us,

blood moon rises.

Demonic allegiance

come together,

in underground darkness.

Only the hateful,

for the craving of mortal flesh.

We prepared a man

for the feeding.

Roped his arms and legs,

to a wooden cross.

Using a human skull as a bowl,

the Lycan leader spills his blood.

I swallow the red,

tingles like a drug.

Hands, fingers and feet elongate

with excruciating torture.

A tail protrudes,

the noise of forced cracks.

Pain runs down my spine,

bones shift as they knit

into their new design.

My skin wants to combust

and rip apart.

I drop to my knees,

scraping off my skin

with my claws.

Fur emerges with itch

from beneath.

I salivate,

teeth sharpen like razor blades.

Nostrils turn to a snout.

I can smell,

my new dog stench.

Baby blue eyes

become black,

as they strain to see.

I am now eager.

Snarling at the flesh,

tied to the cross.

My long pink tongue,

slid across my pearly whites.

Hunger for the mortal,

ache in my stomach.

Adrenaline paces,

our eyes meet.

Tears roll down the man’s face

with fear.

He was a rapist,

who I get the pleasure

of killing.

With a deep breath,

I open up my jaws.

I bit out his heart

And I say to him,

“I’ll see you in hell”.

Written By: Sara Lynn

Author's Note

Halloween Poetry.

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

This is an awesome write Sara.... I love the descriptions and the way everything flowed. Nice work :)

[Amber Lily]

This is amazing! A true Halloween patron. I love all the gory detail, this is probably the best Halloween poem I've read on here so far. Keep it up :)

[Sara Lynn]

thank you so very much! im glad you like it