Lycanthrope

A lonely tale....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a cool spray wets my cheeks
mist and ferns and sweetened loam 

press crushed and dampened where I roamed

on this pearled and opal-ed moonlit night
just like the night the boys came home

back 'round where the water falls
where liquid fingers stretch eternal
fast and furious with wont infernal
where substance comes from crossing lines
from transformations and shifts in time

like this hallowed place now haunted
like this castle that they wanted but is mine 

where my spirit clings to like the vine

grasping the time worn stones of this

my beloved ancestral home

prodigal wanderers they were... 
and then the boys returned
thin and greedy

hungry and spurned
so hungry it hurt me
(secretly)

I watched them from my hiding places
deep within the aspen stands
amongst the cool, wet birches
bedded down amid the moldy undergrowth
and cotton woods dank with decay
mingling with the scent of wormwood
as bitter as the day
the boys came home to stay
...for good

silver trickles babble near
wet and whispering... 
I still can hear their moans sometimes
low and agonized
down by the lake where
fast water meets still
where boundaries are staked
by greed and will
like the night the boys were
... killed

I witnessed their slaughter
(awareness dwindling with the need to feed)
the stench of fear
the crunch of bone
slippery slaps of matter
hitting stone
a blood splattered altar
left to atone

transgressions scattered
...until I was left alone...

inside this empty castle
syllabics are splashed in red
bleached white bones
and the rusted remnants of the dead
are all that remain
in this my vassal

the moon was full that night
my voice (thickened from the wilding)
was pure and bright
my muzzle,reddened from the rendering
...so sure was I...
fed by the restless pacing
and' transcendence of

my kind...

I keep their images in my mind for remembering...
on those moonless nights when I still can, remember living like a man

Reviews

[felioness]

Thanks so much! Strangely when i posted this i did have it under the pic ...not sure what happened.

[MomzillaNC]

I found this in the Sepulchral Twilight contest. It's dark and disturbing and leaves such a lonely, bereft feeling.

NOTES: I recommend a larger font size. I also recommend setting all the copy beneath the graphic.

[Tina Kline]

I like all the descriptions used. Fantastic werewolf poem.

[felioness]

Thank You!

[Tasha]

Beautifully written.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Joiedevivre]

so full of atmosphere, a tale in fact. Beautifully written and to great effect.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A Werewolf! This is an amazing poem...........