Lycanthropy

ancient magic pulled me in

primal forces awake within

a light mirrored from afar

through shadows I search and there you are

longing to reach for you

promises I wish were true

mysteries I dream I knew

as a world is turning blue

it’s a weakness, pulls you in

there’s a presence deep within

close your eyes, you drift too far

without reflection I can’t know how things are

stepping nearer, want to fly

wolves go howling to the sky

light of wisdom, a reply

love the wild or let it die

stepping nearer, wings to fly

winds go howling in the sky

a storm brewing, an outcry

clouds are forming way up high

veil of secret, mirror scry

darkness cloaked up in a lie

light of wisdom, a reply

love the night or let it die

there’s a fever, pull me in!

a void spinning me within

crazy visions, seeing far

mirrored hues to show the future of where you are

thirsty, drinking up the light

words recited to the night

it’s a fire you ignite

dying out with each twilight

a desire, hard to fight

drying out with each twilight

lunatics and their midnight

they are howling for moonlight

black magic lycanthropy

supernatural symphony

hypnotic sorcery

spellbinding epiphany

soul death, necromancy!

your enchanting light

gives creatures life, at least for a night

hallow, they wake

alive till daybreak.

(London, 14th October 2025. 31st...a bewitching night approaches, Happy Halloween!)