Webster Werewolf
Long soul shaking melancholic howl
Breaks up the night
Even the bravest hunter
If smart will cower in fright
As the full or bloodshot moon sets
The yellow eyes pierce through the soul
His visage seems to be from dark side of that very moon that sets
The werewolf goes on the hunt sole
The men try to trap it underneath huge rock
But beast breaks free
The trap works but werewolf strength overcomes it
This creature might have true abyss referenced control of his own destiny
The eyes reflect not only dread on his pursuers’ faces
But what is in beasts own soul
They are sad and melancholic reflecting a broken heart
For creatures that dwell in darkness will always be doomed to be sole
However it is us who are encroaching
On his space
For he is the wonder
Creature from secret and maybe sacred place
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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