Full Moon

A poem...

Full Moon,

Silver in the sky,

Illuminates all.

My longing for it,

Raw and rabid

Breaks through.

Uncontrollably I devour

All of the innocents.

My guilt for my sin

Is heavy.

But not as heavy

As my hunger.

For blood,

For life,

For the hunt.

I need it all

To suffice.

A howl from within.

Calling my name.

I fight.

I fight.

But to no avail.

My curse has broken through.

And there’s nothing

You or I can do.

 

Reviews

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The beast within......

Werewolf or woman scorned, the beast within is unleashed with the coming of the full moon.

A fairytale presence with a modern twist. Nice work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I am a night person and love the moon... a great piece... short but every word brings out the imagination and the beast within.

[Lena M. P.]

Good take on hombre lobo. Spooky and imaginative. Good write.