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The Blood Red Moon (a poem for haloween)

Story ID:6266
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2010
Person:Self
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The Moon was full,up in the sky
and glowing bloody red,
a Hunters Moon,Iam told
and it filled my heart with dread.

For I traveled all alone
through a strange and foreign land,
with no one there who knew me
nor Kin to shake my hand.

The night did gather round me
as silent as a tomb,
while up above did shine
the orb of that blood red moon.

Glowing up in that starry sky
that blood red moon did shine,
enticing as a maiden
to this soul of mine.

Filling my heart and mind
with a strange and burning desire,
stirring ancient memories
that sat my Soul afire.

The blood lust it arose within me
and I howled out through the night,
the ancient howl of the wolf
that chills mens heart with fright.

For I am a Lycanthorpe
and doomed to wander the land,
with the soul of a wolf inside me
and no friend to the likes of man.

My family did disown me
like wise the parish priest,
and I was doomed to wander the earth
not man,nor yet, a Beast.

But some where in between the two
except when the Moon is round,
then I become a wolf
with four feet upon the ground.

to prey upon the land
to hunt to kill and maime,
and I am feared by all mankind
for werewolf is my name.