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The Wolfman

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The Wolfman

The wolf is crying out in the night,
A lonesome call, he walks in the moonlight.
You feel a tingling at the top of your spine,
You feel fear that has been there for some time.
You feel that your time is almost come,
There is a battle that must be won.
You have to win at any cost,
If you lose many more lives will be lost.

You hunt for the creature that will kill,
You must move quickly with the greatest skill.
To kill this creature must be your goal,
To give back to the one you Love his very soul.

And now the wolf once more does cry,
His soulful voice climbs to the sky.
Soon the time will come and you will see,
You must start your years of misery.
The moon shines down its silver light,
Soon you must walk out into the night.
To free your Love from all his pain,
You go to break your heart, your sorrow will always remain.

The sword on the table you pick up in your right hand,
Made from a special silver cross now you do understand.
On one of his strange journeys by a creature he was bit,
Now she knows the truth at home she cannot sit.
Love ever drags her on to finish what will be,
The final battle soon will come, she'll know her destiny.
And ever in this woodland where they both did Love,
She will kill and let his soul go to the God above.

You hunt for the creature that can kill,
You must move quickly with the greatest skill.
To kill this creature must be your goal,
To give back to the one you Love his very soul.

Now with weapon in your hand you are ready to go,
A floorboard just outside your door is creaking soft and low.
And suddenly the door bursts in and it is standing there,
The man wolf with the black tan hair.
And within the room the creature does come,
He comes for you at a breaking run.
The one you have sought has also sought you,
You know exactly what you have to do.

As the creature lunges you move swiftly to the side,
There is no place you can go there is no place to hide.
The sword swings swiftly and a head falls to the floor,
You have saved the man that you adore.
And as you stand above him revulsion truly flows,
The anguish within your heart now it really shows.
Tears of anguish falling from your Spanish eyes,
You shall never Love again 'till your heart dies. 

Then as tears are falling you open up your eyes,
What is wrong with this scene? now you realize.
Your Love lies beside you in this bedroom scene,
Now you realise that this was all just a bad dream.

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  1. Date: 8/21/2013 7:37:00 PM

    Hey Mike, I liked this one...When you get time read my poem called "The Wolf" Regards, Ken..

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/22/2013 5:52:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Ken, Thanks for the comment.. Glad you liked it. I'll look in on your piece, "The Wolf." Have a nice day Ken. Glad you dropped by....Michael.