Werewolf
When sinister clouds pass over the moon and the night
is still with nary a breeze, lurking in the underworld,
hidden in the shadows there comes an evil
that puts fear into every living soul.
A man by day and a beast by night, this presence
hides in the fog of a London lane, crouching and
waiting for his victim to step into the yellow
glow of the streetlamp - a young beauty with skin
of milky white and lips of the reddest rose..
He springs into the air and before she has a
chance to scream, places hairy hands over
ruby lips and around her throat and she
is dragged away into the bushes as a silent
scream goes unheard. When the sun rises,
there will be nothing except a man crawling
in the dampness of a new morning, fighting the demons
in a head that can not explain what he did
or how he got there..
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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