We are the Hunt
Werewolf's Transformation and Hunt
Painful metamorphosis
Claws digging out of fingers
Jaw breaks and canines protrude
Spine is pulled and writhed
Victim of malicious machinations
Fur stabbing like needles
Through the flesh
Eyes go to the moon
Beauty incarnate
We are
Beauty incarnate
We are the hunt
...
We are the hunt
Moonlit gathering
Sprinting through the forest
Making our trails
Crossing streams
Water suffusing fur
The sounds become a chorus
Of fey delights
Sounds that bring hunger
The scents
That drive hunger wild
We are the hunt
...
We are the hunt
Heart beats faster
Prey not in sight
But in mind
Violent obsession
We will pursue
The chase gives pleasure
Like a lover’s kiss
Until our jaw clamps
Down on the prey
To feel the struggle
We are the hunt
...
We are the hunt
Flesh and bone
Warm blood
Nightly ritual appeased
Power satisfied
Hunger satisfied
The robins begin their morning song
The sun will soon rise
The hunt will end
But not forever
For
We are the hunt
About the Creator
Callum Summers
I love reading and writing about fantasy and fantasy worlds.
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This poem was inspired by the German power metal band, Powerwolf. I wanted to write about the perspective of being a werewolf in one night.