ON THE HUNT. poems of a werewolf

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Werewolf...

wayward soul.

everlasting.

rise with in.

ever night with a fool moon

we are monsters of night.

ordinary is not are life.

legend we are.

forever here.

THE END....

shifting gears...

The night plays.

it plays apond the body.

shifting it in to gears.

Gears the body has never known.

Feel the transformation.

Feel the bones move.

They shrink.

They grow.

They play with in

shifting gears.

Returning to self.

Naked to the world.

THE END...

We on the hunt...

we roam the night.

we look for what we can't have.

we see with kin eyes.

we small you in the darkness.

we take you in with every breath.

we hunger like no other.

we sharpen are teeth.

we go in for the kill.

we rip your flesh.

we on the hunt.

we on the kill

we deavawear

THE END...

Run...

Run in a pack.

Run alone.

Run in the dark.

Run in the woods.

Run after pray.

Run to catch food.

Run for fun.

THE END...

Silver bullet...

In the moonlight.

In the dark.

Foot steps I hear.

I try to flee.

But I'm scared still.

Guns go off.

I shiver.

I move fast.

Yet I'm slow.

Warm all over.

White hot pain.

I've been hit.

Hit by the silver bullet.

Life fleeing.

my rain as werewolf is done.

THE END...

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2014 ⏰

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