Through lonely streets and alleys dank, dewy cold and sorely rank I slink away from revel’s call, pressed in fear against the wall of red bricked points that lead the way to secret blinds where I can stay safely hid from what I fear will call tonight within the drear of hallows eve, of tricks and treats, of screams and cries in haunted streets, beneath the swollen moon.
As dusk betrays the light of day, I lock the door behind me, pray that ne’er my curse escape beyond this cell to find what I’ve become, where haunted by October moon I’d find I’d grown to beastly swoon submerged in gore and rancor filled, not knowing of the blood there spilled! I writhe in horror waiting, until the full moon’s tide is trading, all coming much too soon.
Hidden in the hedgerow’s thick I smell the blood, my heart is sick, for o’er my torn and ragged clothes is death’s black art from murdered throws, of those who met my poisoned soul, ripped to bits of meat and bone, who in their death and ashen white, were terrified to run or fight, and now are left in doom’s malaise, while I, the wolf, retreat quite dazed, beneath the setting moon!
Now as I slink from death’s parlay, toward secret rooms and hideaways, I hear the town in echoed call, screaming, crying, searching all, while I decry the wrong I’ve done, my body shrinks in flesh and bone, claws and fangs withdraw to mine! Remorse and shredded clothes a sign that I am death and so in cursed to bare each victim to its hearse, and splatter red October’s moon!
In horror’s grip I weep the last for all of those I’ve killed and passed beyond the shores of Styx and death! With sadness and remorse I’m left, to pray for justice, pray to die, hope to end this living lie, but still each day continues on! Wading through each season’s song! Fearing only ashen moons that bath the nights in lovers’ swoons, that tempts the wolf within me out! To kill in terror! Stalk about, until the night is through! Hoping that I won’t find you!
10 responses to “Werewolf’s Lament”
Nice sound. I like how you removed the unnecessary line breaks.
Thank you Frank
Yes, poetic prose with its internal rhymes works well. It feels & reads like a classic tale, another era, almost Poe-like in form; nice job.
Thanks. That’s quite a compliment. I love to read Poe this time of year…
This is wonderful in its rhythm and topic, especially the remorse in the end… to know what you have done and being unable to stop it… but I feel sad for his victims too.
Thanks – yes, I couldn’t help but keep that sad image of Lon Chaney in my mind. He always seems so forlorn to be a werewolf.
Love the rhythmic lines: “Fearing only ashen moons that bath the nights in lovers’ swoons, that tempts the wolf within me out!”
This is so so good and the rhythm perfect. So well done!