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By: Wayne Brown
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
© Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved.
17 October 2011
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