A figure walks alone
Beneath the hidden full moon
He looks up at the sky
The clouds move away
The light is everywhere
But he just stands there
Hairs emerge from every part of his skin
Changing his past kin
His teeth & canines start growing
His figure and form start changing
He is human no more
He is a beast, that you must flee before
Written
25 September 2005
My apologies for not posting for so long - I was trying to make a habit of 3 posts per week but was too crammed this week; it felt terrible.
This is an old - ancient - poem that fits the spirit of Halloween
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