When the cold ancient moon comes up
full, o'er the shoulder of the mountains,
Shining on lakes with silver shadow,
sending questing cold light through the woods,
Then do I transform myself utterly
into that cruel savage beast, the were-wolf.
I prowl the black forest relentlessly,
skulking in the shadowy undergrowth,
Seeking out my prey for to devour
gleaming fangs cutting into helpless throats.
O sweet joy to taste the warm living blood,
O how I love to feel painful pointless death.
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A contest entry
- Blood And Guts by CherryOnTop.
1200 points, ended January 20, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Lonliness with hope in the moon by Shipwreck.
600 points, ended July 22, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Although this is fantasy, I love to drink blood!
Comments
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Count Orlok100 years old 
we know your way older than that 
. I have to admit this is a side I haven't seen before, there was never any doubt about your sucking ability just your choice of fluids... here is three claps for character choice
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Excellent write. I felt as if I was there with the wolf through out the entire poem. I see lots of imagery. Yay! I really liked the dark mysterious mood you set, and how you worded your poem. Good work!
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really good written, although you seem a little crazy (:
but then again, crazy is needed to write good poetry (:
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I thought this was great poem. The first stanza is so intense, very rhythmical and amazing. I like the way you dont overuse description, the balance is just write to creat a special atmmosphere. Everything work well together. The second stanza is also very well written, and the imagery is so vivid.
All the best in the contest -
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Thank you for the award. I enjoyed writing this (but not as much as I enjoy drinking blood).
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One hell of a start!
I absolutley fucking LOVED the first verse you had, very intense, very deep and descriptive, but you faded so brutally in the last few lines, stop resorting to the feeding proccess as an end to a peice and concentrate more on the hunt, the chase, the slowly fading heartbeat, the draining of blood and finally the feeding, so much fucking potensial and it had such a strong beggining. Keep working at it man, you got alot of good stuff, just watch the overkill and wrongfull use of some of your words.
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A nice dark write.Good luck and thanks for entering my contest.
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Nice cherry. I like to EAT cherries.
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