Trapped in lycanthropic manic cycles,
Flooding Water, Burning bibles.
Bones reshape, skins unknown
My flesh betrays what I know.
Impaled on thoughts of dawn and dusk,
I watch the clock with a mind I can’t trust,
Each click with growing disdain, My eyes start to strain.
Bound to Fear and Hunger my endless campaign
The moonlights carved it’s path in bone,
Forever imprisoned to bleed and groan.
Realizing my life was never my own,
The soil will now reclaim its loan.
Categories:
lycanthropic, 12th grade, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
Categories:
lycanthropic, beautiful, beauty, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
If I was going to design my own society, I would have to take into account
The fact that I have always dreamed of a society that was lycanthropic.
Which means we would be humans by day, and freedom flying happy werewolves by night.
Loyal carnivores, who take care of our young, athletic, and amazingly psychotic.
I have always liked the idea of having a fluffy tail, and a wooded home.
And I enjoy the idea of running amok over bogs, meadows, woods, and briars,
But I also enjoy having human paws small enough to type up a lycanthropic poem.
And the pyromaniac part of my self could not give up my beautiful bonfires.
During the day, we would enjoy our human bodies, wearing our hair in different colors.
But this new civilization will be as ruthless as it needs to be at night, fully dope.
In both bodies, we will retain our families – our brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers.
The most exciting part of my plan, is that we can eventually choose to always be a furry canthrope.
Lycanthrope: a werewolf
Lycanthropy: the power of a human to turn into a wolf
Lycanthropic: A lycanthropic event
Categories:
lycanthropic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme