It’s just the keyboard and me
as far as I can see
Midnight approaches
armies of rats and roaches
try to inflict their damage
but ‘tis I with the advantage
Once started typing, even to the hideous and insidious
~ a werewolf is totally oblivious
Whispers of the wind rise through my pink hued leaves.
Ethereal evening glow lights the skies.
Raiders of the dusk, hovering on standby.
Walking my way past, I take the dais.
Omnipresent generals in attention stand along with me biased.
Longing wreathes wait on the carved guardians of kingdom mean.
Voyage through the vast unknown is on cards
Either a march to victory or martyrdom I believe.
Salvo of battle cry reverberates unseen.
When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.
When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets.
He also uses silver bullets to stop outlaws from committing crimes.
But he uses those bullets to kill werewolves the majority of the time.
A werewolf smashed his way into an innocent man's house.
He tore him to pieces and was also going to kill his spouse.
The Lone Ranger saved her by putting a silver bullet right between the werewolf's eyes.
Whenever he encounters werewolves, he defeats them, each and every one of them dies.
A werewolf was about to attack Tonto and he would've ripped him apart.
But the Lone Ranger killed the werewolf by shooting him through the heart.
Silver was the Lone Ranger's horse until a werewolf ate him and he was also going to eat Scout.
But the Lone Ranger woke up in time to save Tonto's horse and he blew the werewolf's brains out.
Whenever a werewolf tangles with the Lone Ranger, his life comes to an end.
When the moon is full, the Lone Ranger kills werewolves with silver bullets and he always wins.
It's impossible
Lost within a family
Werewolves in taverns
Cause the full moon at my house
Impossible to survive
SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER
walking upon the moors of Scotland i saw a sprite who
became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie: kissing
therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn: shedding her skin--
saltire!
I when to Restaurant Andrew Fairlie --
manager said someone got mutilated late last night -- upon the
moors of Scotland! Oh no!
Glad I ate Haggis! Sean Connery in drag -- like a werewolf
kissing Gerard Butler. Princes Street spending howls
shopping in the street in the capital! Edinburg makes
nice suits and covers all things of humans and beasts. but i
prefer Lothian Road in the west; near Leith Street! In the east!
oh ah Aaoooooo!
Like Lon Chaney drinking a pina colada!
:: 09.09.2020
when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire
Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark,
prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the innocent.
Gas streetlights lay witness to this harrowing theater,
stretching shadows, slithering the alleys for a pristine morsel.
Moist from a recent offering, hunger demands fruition,
devouring the still beating heart prolongs one's existence.
Gnawing at the bone, consuming of the flesh,
ensuring nourishment 'til the next illuminating full Luna.
Before the dawn reveals this carnage of the night,
a solitary horse drawn cart wanders the curbs,
collecting the discarded remains of those ravaged,
harboring the rumors only locals know to be true.
Awaiting the ensuring engorged orb,
I endure, I thirst, I hunger.
They said the party was to be
the biggest of the year
Planned up in the mountains
it would cause more fright and fear
Everyone in town had been invited to attend
To meet their brand new neighbors
have a chance for all to blend
The ghoulish bash got started
as the sun was going down
The guests began arriving
in their costumes, masks and gowns
But when the midnight hour came
the hosts began to change
Transforming into monsters
they grew hideous, deranged
The massacre which followed
lasted till the morning light
The few that got away
escaped into the darkened night
For years the town was empty
but then slowly people came
In spite of whispered horrors
none believed the gruesome claim
And when the town was whole again they all got an invite
To join a monster masquerade
up in a mountain site
As we are trap
By the moonlight
We run for miles
Some of us are friendly
And some are evil
We try to be humans
But we are to different
From everyone else
We don’t like to be freaks
We wanted to be normal
Like everyone else
Our eyes are pitch black
We love to run
By the moonlight
The moon is full
And all the werewolves are out
It’s time for transformation
Ye mother, ye fathers
Do not be in a haste to vouch for us
For the werewolves you know not
Until the dance of the full moon
We dance at every full moon
Believe me, you know us, though you know not
You have had our screams of lust
Ye brothers, ye sisters
Be careful of what you do at full moon
For we are a breath away from you
We are your closest friend
We are your lovely child
We are your fondest memory
We are your most ecstatic moment
We are all you are and all you want to be
We are with you and against you
We are your death
Be careful of the overwhelming emotions
It is the full moon
And the werewolf in you is out
This is the song of the werewolves
All ye that hear, should be warned
Lest you be consumed by the werewolves
Starving amber eyes that drink oasis scraps
Thrown from her cast off demeanour to fall
Upon the bare heart scape which formats and maps
The course of true love, or of nothing at all.
I am monkshood drawn, snared willingly onward,
No gaining of ground only losing of grip,
In a faithful disruption clawed inward and outward
For a smile or rebuke in the curl of her lip.
In keeping the secret and living with heartbreak,
Devoured by werewolves invisibly barking,
The madness and sadness, wolfs bane and earthquake,
Life wished away and time made for marking.
Some days it feels like a carnival dying,
With darkness encroached of a consummate skill;
Then others it lessens, the whole world goes flying,
She may want me again, and I plead that she will.
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