Wolf Moon
By: Wayne Brown
A dim yellow silvery orb glowing in thin clouds lay
Calling forth the terror of the werewolf’s bay
Giving off its eerie glow into the chilling air of night
Striking fear in the faint of heart; hurrying their flight
The lunar pull, the tidal flow, the weight on souls of man
Releases the beast to find his prey and kill once again
A gruesome, hideously hairy ogre with teeth that rip and tear
Driven to rabid insanity on a night with full moon flair
A breaking twig, a halted breathe, each sound so frightening
Steps taken in haste to depart the terror the mooned sky brings
The labored breathing of something near lurking in prey
A deep overwhelming desire to run fast and get away
That eerie yellow orb taunting the beast into fits of rage
Unleashing the wrath of a man-wolf upon night’s stage
Teasing it to kill again; prodding it into the night
Sending it out on the hunt to kill in the wolf moon light
Those who dare to venture out see it written on the sky
A frightful full yellow orb cased in clouds gliding by
The hair rises on the nape of neck, a glance all about
A feeling of a nearing presence; a need to scream right out
That wolf moon is riding across cloudy black night deep
Turning man into wolf-beast and releasing it from the keep
To lurk there in the shadows awaiting a faint heart to stray
Down a darken path never again to see light of day
The wolf-moon; come it will; and then come once again
Bringing the terror of the beasts to the souls of men
Setting loose the dark and bloody beast in all of its rage
To kill until that moon is gone and the beast is in the cage
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