Night Stalker

Werewolf.

Awaking at the moment of night
With a blue moon shining so bright
A soft gentleness sweeping across the land
Here and there night creatures wake and stand
The night breeze carries on it a sigh
Up into the air night winged creatures fly

I stalk through the dark shadows
My wolfish hair glistens in it's shimmering glow
My hunger drives me out into the dark
The night is alive with the singing of the ebony larks
My eyes crimson red as I seek my prey
I will feed before the dawning of a new day

The cries of my victims excites my blood desire
It stirs my hunger, making it burn like fire
I rip their flesh and swallow it down
Until their death brings about a silent sound
Well fed I head for my warm dark den
Until night falls when I'll be out hunting again

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Nicely done horror! My hair is standing on end after reading this. Outstanding horror writing!

[Star Wolf]

All sorts of things are Night Stalkers. Fearful things. Love this werewolf poem. You did a great job on this.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Another very frightful and chilling werewolf poem. You do excellent work on these dark and scary paranormal poems.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice poem. I like the old show called "the night stalker." Those things that roam the night can surprise us when we don't expect. I like your description and the desire of your Night stalker. A excellent poem.
Coyote