A CHARMED LIFE – THE WEREWOLVES REVENGE
I hear the naïve fools whispering timidly behind my back “she’s scary, strange; quite mad”
I smile and bare my pearly whites then raise my head and howl
Just deserts are on their way, to me they are just sad
Such feeble words and sneers don’t hurt, at worst they’ll make me growl
They fear me more than they will say, I see it glistening in their eyes
They sense that there is something more, a darkness that’s not right
And so they snigger with their friends, and spread their spiteful lies
While I, at leisure, make my choice then take them out at night
For every month for a few dark nights a werewolf I become
My body changed to hairy beast who runs on four clawed feet
And those I’ve picked to hunt and eat, I’ll find and have my fun
Deafened to any human cries, to me they are pure meat
The wolf in me delights in fright, such terror fuels my lust
The taste of blood upon my tongue, like iron, makes me strong
The old, the young, a boy or girl, whoever cared to cuss?
I’ll tear asunder with my teeth to save myself from wrong
On two feet I am odd and shamed, my face just does not fit
A loner who is ridiculed, but it’s me who’s laughing last
It’s the human soul they view at death when I tear their form to bits
For as they die, I sadistically grin, exposing the girl behind the mask
Thus I dwell amongst the meek of body and of mind
My canine sense astute and keen to all that mean me harm
My secrets safe to wary eyes as to my true self they are blind
And as for me I am not cursed, it’s my belief that my life is miraculously charmed.
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PoetryThe Succubus prayer - Beware of the frail old lady that watches from her chair - and other poems of a supernatural/disturbing nature. Copyright by J E BENNETT 2014. All rights reserved.
