UnderWorld
A rainy night.
Under a black sky.
A mysterious figure from above.
She jumped down below.
Fangs with blood.
Always on the run.
With a black silk bodysuit.
With 2 guns firing on pursuit.
A vampire on the rise.
Take out victims by surprise.
Always lurking in the dark.
Hiding not far.
Looking for prie.
Can’t be seen in the day.
Just trying to survive.
Take out each lycan.
Looking for blood.
Running out of bullets.
A night prowler.
Someone to devour.
A warrior with no fear.
She fights strong as a leader.
She is a death dealer.
Storms through the night as the reaper
My heart can feel it, the overwhelming surge of emotion.
It grips and it tears with merciless ferocity as if it was a wild animal within my body and I can't stop it from overtaking me.
A transformation of sorts, a lycan from the underworld.
Born from the underbelly of my inner darkness and desolate descent into spirit death.
And as I decay, slowly decay.
I leave behind me when passing by as if a trail of lingering stench.
As if the smell is attached to the very essence of my being and human interaction.
Well maybe in my case inhuman interaction for I lost track of what mercy and belief in humanity is.
My world is now carnivorous and carnal.
I am a hunter now, I am always ready to go for the kill with guns that shoot emotional tranquilizers that ensure my remaining humanity is sedated, captured, and eaten.
I am never full.
Any hope of satisfaction or satiation is sedated.
Lord have mercy…..I don't remember the last time I had mercy.
I don't remember the last time I deserved it.
Mercy me, let those who can run away run free.
Let those who can run away, run away from me….
Each limb plays to the dynamics of motion
in static vibration the virgin flower
awaits cravings within the tattoo touches
and surrenders to her animal instincts.
Wild fingers douse her with raptures of pain
tricking off curves with aspiring lines
provoking flood gates to drip with quivers
as the lycan-beast over power's her whim.
Together they are flamed with insane desire
bursting, buckling with energy and passion
toasted with love enjoys her total submission
reaching out for the skies in her moans and cries.
Within the split second her potentials change
for she bursts to burn to the fluid kinetics:
They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.
Shadows full and beautiful,
Full moon and pale starlight.
Closing eyes with parting lips,
And drawing final breath.
Drawing blood and lines of love,
Awoken in this death.
Pleasure, drowning, lost in you,
My skin lays bitten, bare.
The sweetest suffocation,
I’m loving, lacking air.
The moon has left me Lycan,
And you're allowed to bite.
They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.
I can hear their hearts beating inside their heads
the stench of blood flowing beneath their dead
the roots of fear grow deep into the earth
and as the flesh rots the devil claims his worth
the pale moonlight beckons the beast
and the creatures of the night indulge in the feast
if flesh could turn to stone I would barely be eating pebbles
for I was once a man who stared into the piercing eyes of the devil
and as the eastern sky greets the morning sun
I am soon to realize that the devils deed has been done
A. W. Nutter
Monotonous music assaults my ears
The beat, becoming a hypnotic tone
To half clad men as nighttime nears
Dancing around their prayer stone
Worshiping the ancient engravings
A Lycan, portrayed as the master
The human reduced to groveling
Begging for mercy from his captor
The music increases in intensity
Chanting from the dancers begins
Working themselves into a frenzy
Ready to release the beast within
Random killing, is not their mission
The Trinities plan must be defiled
To destroy mans hope of salvation
The pack, seeks Bethlehem's child
As soon as transformation begins
The right hand of God will fall
Saving the son from demons sins
Gods warriors, answering the call
The mens faces begin distorting
Howls of pain, fills the night air
Signal given, warriors descending
Lycans trapped within our snare
Swords are drawn, blood is spilled
The head Lycan, begging for mercy
Raising my sword prophesy fulfilled
Last of the breed killed for his heresy
My heart is beating inside my chest
As I run and run no time for rest.
There is a full moon out tonight
I want to be back home in the light.
But silly silly me
I just had to go and see
What was out in the woods
Should have known...no good.
Oh lord how was I to know
That this moons iridescent glow
Would bring forth this man
This beast known as a Lycan?
I thought it all a myth, a fable,
Oh my as I run on legs unstable.
He is behind I feel his breath
Oh my I do not wish to see death!
He grabs and throws me to the ground.
Will he leave me here? Will I be found?
Oh GOD that hurts, his fangs his bite.
Oh why oh why can't I even fight?
Will I even be able to live?
Though their bites do give
A virus so very strong
That you should not live long.
The werewolf is gone
I am still here on the lawn.
Looks at my wound and sees
It is not bad, but am I free?
The next full moon is but a month away
Oh lord how can I keep my panic at bay?
Nothing to do but wait and see
But I fear and feel men will flee.
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