WOLF'S CURSE

I awakened from my sleep with an awful start

Filled with a fear from things worlds apart

The bed sheets wet from my bodily sweat

A nightmare dream becoming a reality yet

The strained twisting of a locked door’s knob

My heart pumping; my eardrums throb

The scratch of finger nails on window’s glass

The cry of the wolf-man at midnight’s pass

What evil lurks in the darkness beyond the light?

What hideous creature lies beyond my sight?

My beating heart trembles; my thoughts race

Imagination gone crazy; fear occupies my space

Can the wolf-man know that I lie awake in sweaty fear?

Hearing his breathy growing through the window near

Does it lust on thoughts of ripping out my bloody guts?

Or is he really not there; just my mind going slowly nuts?

The wiry hair begins to grow on the back of my hand

My neck stretches in pain going to wolf from man

Hideous ugly legs and feet; jaws and teeth of steel

The ugly monster occupies my soul desiring only to kill

There’s no stopping its emergence; the full moon calls

Soon it will ravage my body and break beyond these walls

Roaming the moonlit night bent on the scent of fear in man

Ripping, tearing, killing and scaring all about this land

As the sun rises, it will return to the darkness of my soul

Having spent its night of terror fulfilling its blood-starved role

Once again transformed to man; it hides back in my being

Away from the light, away from those looking yet not seeing

Oh to break this curse upon me; to stem the call of the moon

To kill this beast within my soul; to be free of it and soon

I must conjure courage to destroy myself; a step so very bold

I must kill this morbid beast which occupies my soul

My heart cries for mercy as I race to do my deed while brave

I run to the basin where I take my regular morning shave

Ripping open the straight razor and seeing the keen blade shine

I quickly rip it across my throat; see the gush of life’s red wine

As I lay dying upon the tiles of the basin’s cold floor

I smile in satisfaction as the wolf will come no more

A hideous deed I have done; the mindlessness of a loon?

No longer will that creature answer the call of a full moon

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17 October 2011