Saturday, October 12, 2013

A Beast

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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