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The Werewolf's Tale

Story ID:7071
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2011
Person:Self
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Ok,I might have posted this poem some time in the past,but i cannot find it posted in here now, so I have taken the liberty to post it again.
Hope Y'all like it.

Answering the full moon's clarion call
they congregate,these Lycan Beasts
close by that ancient Livonian wall
they gather for thier yearly feast.

Each year on Nativity Night
before the new year does begin
They gather to sport and to fight
these Beasts that walk as men.

And in truth it does behoove
a wise and prudent man
to forsake this gathering of the wolves
in that wild and ancient land.

For it is said when the wolfsbane blooms
and the full moon is in the sky
that the werewolf's curse of doom
may enter the most gentle eye.

For even the most religeous man
may cast away his Beads
and take the devils dirty hand
and follow where he leads.

He may rip away his colar of white
and toss it to wild winds
forsaking God's pure and Holy Light
never caring if he sins.

Scoff at me then if you will
you may smile or even laugh,
but tonight when all is still
do not walk a darkened path.

For the Beast haunts the darkest wood
where the shadows are darker still
and it hears your heart as it pumps your blood
as it tracks you down for the kill.

It's tread upon the ground is slight
and it travels 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
it will do no good upon God to call
for you are soon to greet your death.

And you will die there all alone
with no one to hear your screams
and that werewolf will gnaw your bones
beside some gurgeling forest stream.

And the last thing you will hear
before in death you swoon
is the howling of that beast there
beneath that great full moon.

So stay at home where it's nice and safe
do not walk an unknown trail
for home is the safest place
to hear the werewolf's tale.