The moon of the beast

A cry out for help

Falls on deaf ears

Exposing all his fears.

These wolves are coming

With death on their breath

Sniffing out the weak

They crave a meal so they can rest.

His breath becomes gasps

As the moon shines brightly

His skin turns to fur

As his chest caves tightly.

Reviews

[Corset]

This reminds me of a dream I had yesterday morning that left me feeling so strange, a man was stranded on the side of the road, and was isolated out alone in the snow on the side of the road, had car trouble and was calling out for help, weird, wonderful write, wonderfully uncanny.

[Jamie]

Wow really?! Thank you :)

[Corset]

yes, really, scary good.

[Ashley Rachelle]

I loved this poem, it was very clever and nicely written. Nice creative images

[Jamie]

Thank you Ashley :) Much appreciated :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Awesome job! Very well written!
Keep up the good work!

C. Lee Battaglia

[Jamie]

Thank you :)

[Jennesis]

I love how it turns heroic! Succinct and clear...

[Jamie]

Thank you :)

[Lizardo]

Wow this one great poem, kind of sad, the opening line makes me think that but then the poem opens like a rose in the morning with a dark theme
This is a great poem, Enjoyable to read!

[Jamie]

Thank you!