Lycantropy - Poem by Ian McArthur
(Lycantropy is similar to the transformation of a werewolf In this poem I use it in a sinister sense, rather than a more natural, bestial idea.)
reveals to me
With bloody feast.
Truer to the human heart
Than simple man with horse led cart?
Feels a presence in his wake
lashes lead for haste to make
Though he says a pray in night
To see return of day and light
Only Prey is seen in the dark
With a roar, fangs find their mark
And though the horse shall get away
Here is where mens' bones will lay.
When sun returns, questions asked
will lead a group of men tasked-
to chart the course
They find the source
So much more
Disturbed by gore
than mere disappearance.
They clench their rifles tighter hence,
they slay a wildcat and bear
but the wise still know its there
waiting with a reddened stare
waiting for the moon so full
boiling over a raging soul
Hunt again, his only pull
Wet their eyes with a tear
Those who feel this might of fear
coming closer, coming near
Hunting you, its coming here.
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