A fictional somewhat romantic poem with teeth, sharp teeth.
The wolfman rampaged
through the night
the silvery moon shined just right.
He was looking for
your sweet neck to bite,
any neck wouldn't do
so the wolfman just sat sad and blue.
Sunrise wasn't far away
soon it would be another day.
The wolfman wanted his sweet mix,
for him it was a honey love fix.
He ran back and forth,
traveling east, west, south and north.
All through the night you'll hear him howl,
until he finds you he'll always prowl.
No one else has to fear his bite,
it's only your sweet neck that taste just right.
The bright silvery moon is gone,
a normal man sats all alone.
Wow! What a poetic tale indeed! I wont be able to go out at night alone...for a while anyway! Loved this write my friend, well written in such a poetic verse as you can do! Great job!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And the autumn moon is bright.
Good poem, Gem. (courtesy of Maria Ouspenskaya)
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)