Staring at the knotty pine
Formations on an
"A" frame ceiling
I see the image
Of a wolf staring a me.
Fear start creeping in
For its awakening
The hidden dormant beast
Dwelling Within my soul
That's been incarcerated
There
With the love and understanding
Given me by love ones.
I now fear
The comings of the
Next full moon
Not even the wolfbane
Will keep the beast within.
As he escapes from
My soul
Seeking refuge
In the wilderness
Surrounding
My peace of mind.
My image in the mirror
Sheds a tear from
Bloodshot eyes
As a distorted face
Howls at silvery rays
From a full moon
Filtering through drawn
Shades
Before diving through
The window
To begin the chase
Of the hunt
For I now grave the flesh
Of prey.
Kind of left me wondering how the image in the knotty pine (I rented an A-frame once with an option to buy and it had a knotty pine roof that I never saw any images in… But then, I never looked) suddenly became something in your mind's eye. Otherwise, the mind game is pretty good.
I don't think you ever "grave" the flesh. Wolves aren't very good at digging up dead people and eating them. I think it was more likely a human, like you, who craved digging up dead bodies and eating them… Yummy! ;-) Move over, Ed Gein, Wolfman Bonila is coming to dig you up.
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And wasn't Halloween just yesterday?
My how time do fly.
~W~
I don't think you ever "grave" the flesh. Wolves aren't very good at digging up dead people and eating them. I think it was more likely a human, like you, who craved digging up dead bodies and eating them… Yummy! ;-) Move over, Ed Gein, Wolfman Bonila is coming to dig you up.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane