For #WerewolfWednesday, we’re treated a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Oh, and this werewolf poem!
What lurks behind the hedgerow?
Crackling branches under feet
As I sit upon the stone bench in the silver glow
of the full moon, where my lover I did come to meet.
Whose labored breaths heave
rustling the shimmering leaves
behind the hedgerow, where my lover I did come to meet?
What lurks behind the hedgerow
on this full moon night?
Eyes aglow a dull yellow, filling my heart with fright
as I quiver upon this stone bench, where my lover I did come to meet
I see what lurks behind the hedgerow
as the branches part—the faltering beat of my heart.
Within the murderous yellow eyes of sin—I recognize my lover once again,
here where I die by the hedgerow.