The Calling Of The Moon - Poem by kelly berry
A full moon rises,
It calls to the beast within.
Fur spreads across my skin,
Muscles ripple beneath.
Flesh slithers and bone cracks,
An animal now I crouch to attack.
You're frozen in place with fear,
Knowing the end is near.
Snarling I bare my teeth,
Jaws strong enough to bite through bone,
And you know you will die here all alone.
Shouting in the distance breaks the spell,
You turn and run from this beast from hell.
A howl sounds behind you signalling the hunt is on,
But when you dare to look the beast is gone.
Onwards you run into the night,
The hellish wolf nowhere in sight.
And then suddenly I'm blocking your path,
Now you will face my wrath.
Hungry, I close in for the kill,
Try and run again if you will,
But you cannot escape.
Effortlessly I knock you to the ground,
Ripping your throat out before you can make a sound.
Blood sprays my face and stains my fur,
It drives me into a frenzy.
So intent upon my meal I do not see the hunter before me until it is too late,
I raise bloodied jaws and snarl with hate.
But even a werewolf is not quicker than a bullet,
He puts one right through my gullet.
I lay dying beside my prey,
The world turning grey.
Then it fades to black for both you and I,
Our life leaks out around us in our blood as we die.
The last sound I hear the beating of our hearts,
And then everything is silent.
We hear, see, think no more,
Your soul to go on to heaven, mine lost
While the hunter grieves for what it cost.
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