the werewolf,(a version of the complete poem)

Answering the full moon's clarion call
congregate these lyconian beast
by that ancient livonian wall
they gather for the grisly feast.
Each year on Nativity night
before the new year doth begin
they gather to sport and to fight
these beast that walk as men.
And in truth it doth behoove
a wise and prudent man
to forsake this gathering of the wolves
in that wild and ancient land.
For werewolves are an unholy sight
and may doom your soul to hell
and if you travel alone tonight
do not walk an unknown trail.
Keep away from all cross roads
do not drink from strange streams
listen not to thrice cock crows
or the werewolf may haunt your dreams.
For even the most religeous man
may cast away his beads
and take the devils dirty hand
and follow where he leads.
He may tare away his collar of white
and toss it to wild winds
forsaking Gods pure and holy light
never caring if he sins.
For it is said when the wolfsbane blooms
and the full moon is in the sky
that the werewolfs curse of doom
may enter the most gentle eye.
Scoff at me then if you will
you may smile or even laugh
but tonight when all is still
do not trod a darkened path.
For the beast haunts the darkest wood
where the shadows are darker still
and can hear your heart as it pumps your blood
as it tracks you down for the kill.
It's touch upon the earth is light
and it moves without making a sound
through the darkness deep and quiet
moving as softly as fog over ground.
Till it has you in it's steely claws
and you smell it's fetid breath
twill do no good on God to call
for you are soon to meet your death.
And you will die there all alone
with no one to hear your scream
and the werewolf will knaw your bones
beside some blood filled stream
And the last thing that you will hear
before in death you swoon
is the howling of the beast
beneath the waxing moon.
So stay at home where it is warm and safe
do not walk a lonesome trail
for home is the safest place
to hear the werewolf's tale...

Story ID:	1535
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:	2007
Person:	SELF