Full Moon Fears (poem) by William Bonilla on AuthorsDen

Full Moon Fears
by William Bonilla → (All Poetry by William Bonilla)
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**NOTE** And Now A Bit Of The Dark
This day went by fast Darkness brings shadows That will accompany me Within the walls of my room It's a brighter night Than usual The moon is full Beaming down it's silvery rays On the other side of the mountain That stands there before me Within an hour Moon beams will be brightening My room Causing revolutions of shadows Residing within my walls Deep fear is shrouding Over my senses As pain awaits From what's approaching I close my eyes in prayers Hoping someone hears My pleas up there. I fear the beast That wanders upright In the misty fog That preceeds The approaching of the Full moon The shadows on my wall slowly shift From one side to another I peer through the window Towards the darkness Of the beckoning forest My hearing and senses Intensify With each note Of the whispering wind A change within my mind Is transforming my soul There's pain thoughout My body whole. In fear I cover myself With a quilt From head to toe Securing myself within In a fetal position Praying harder This night will pass Me by. I smell something delicious My mouth Is salivating immensely Like a drooding fool I can no longer contain myself Within the confines of my sanity I slink across The darkness of my room Open the window Escaping from myself Down a gutter drain Disappearing into the forest Which greets me, with open arms Embracing me Like a mother taking a child Onto her bosom I feel myself slinking From tree to tree Hiding between the beams Of the silvery full moon That cris-cross my path Through nature. I smell the sweetness Of blood Nearby a doe Feeds her newborn fawn I silently Stalk closer and closer I can hear The fawn's heart beating it's blood rushing Through veins The nervous doe caught scent Of the dangerous scent In the air Disappearing Into the darkness of the forest I spring my surprise attack Pouncing upon, The helpless fawn As my saliva dripping fangs Sang deep into it's throat Severing it's jugular Delicious blood gushing All over me I devoured it greedily Ripping it with my claws And fangs I felt heavy in my stomach Laid down to rest The morning's sun rays, woke me I laid naked on my bed Covered in blood Praying I've hurt no human For I remember not Yet I still fear, the beast within. By: William Bonilla 01/20/07 �

Reviewed by Chris Rosenau

Reviewed on February 2, 2007

Oh I like this! This is great writing indeed. Thanks for sharing it.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on January 26, 2007

This haunting, chilling write make me want to hang on tight to loved ones...quite a change of pace for you William, but a very intriuging
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 23, 2007

Chilling piece William!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on January 22, 2007

Me too! This is a fabulous write for the creeping of evil that comes with every line. Amazing in buildup and element of surprise.
Susan

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

We seem to be writing dark poems on the den. This one is frightening to say the least. Do such beasts exist? I hope not :) Victor

Reviewed by George Thompson

Very, very descriptive of you. Your poem starts out with a wisp of knowledge of something to come and then continues to tell the story all the way to the end. I liked this very much (your dark side does come through).

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Oh, your stalking transformations brought me unto the dark side of the moon! I think we were on the same page last night...:)
Great imagery on this one!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Quite a chilling piece, William. I pictured Lon Chaney, Jr. as I was reading this. His Wolfman movies always kept me awake!

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Fangs for this. Your poem is thinking really outa the square.
Nowt like a bita dark...