In shadowed woods where moonlight softly gleams,
There roams a creature of the darkest night,
A beastly form that haunts nocturnal dreams,
A werewolf prowls beneath the silver light.
By day a man, by night a savage thing,
Transformed by lunar rays into its guise,
With howls that through the eerie forest ring,
It hunts beneath the stars with glowing eyes.
Its fur a cloak, its claws like razored knives,
It stalks its prey with stealth and deadly grace,
In primal hunt, its wild instinct thrives,
A creature cursed to roam in endless chase.
Yet in its heart, a human soul may dwell,
A struggle fierce, 'twixt heaven, earth, and hell.'
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
Deep! Good one.
Fantastic poem!