by Jane M. Wallace
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Beware, there are many things that do more than go "bump" in the night !
The sun fell behind the mountain.
Shadows danced without a sound.
A full moon made its appearance.
There was no movement in the town.
All the houses were locked up tight,
with bolts across their wooden doors.
When the full moon was on the rise,
only a fool would walk these moors,
It was said on nights such as this,
when a wolf's howls are to be heard,
strange and evil things might happen.
For bad things, had already occurred.
Take the story of Cassandra,
who left home on a night like this.
She went out to meet her lover,
hoping to share romantic bliss.
Little did she know at the time,
what horrors fill a Scottish night.
Things which are savage and unholy.
creatures who fear the morning light.
She walked across the moonlit earth,
as a thick fog began to spread.
Grass began to crunch behind her,
filling her frightened heart with dread.
Cassandra fearfully looked back.
There was nothing for her to see.
Suddenly, came a wolf's loud howls
and the woman began to flee.
Not reaching the safety she sought,
the beauty was quickly brought down.
A man transformed into a wolf,
tore at her throat,on bloody ground.
Just as she closed her eyes in death.
The real horror was crystal clear.
A locket round the werewolf's neck,
was a gift to her love, that year.
Jane M. Wallace at Author's Den
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A chilling tale, Jane. I appreciate the structure (rhyme and rhythm) as well. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Your best write of this poem!....M|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|A bit of tweaking and this should line up better (particularly the third and sixth stanza). Otherwise, this was a howler: chilling in its effectiveness, stalked by the loup garoux. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.