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City of Werewolves

The sand reclaimed its streets to then entomb
Its fanes and monuments of time worn black.
These dark basaltic stones would bake and crack
While in the cooling night the frigid gloom
Would call them forth to watch the hunt resume
As through the black savannah that dread pack,
Would seek the hapless people to attack
While moonlit orchids spread there strange perfume.

There in those fallen domes and spires call
Each werewolf to his mate when dusk comes on
As overhead the stars, a dismal pall,
Wait for the day, the life-renewing dawn.
It thrives until the final entropy
Will then expel this dark lycanthropy.

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  • Amera gold member
    May 1

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    Ah! This is where I get to learn! You take the cloak of the dark genre and wrap it 'round a sonnet using the form to your will. Well done!

    Love,
    Amera♥

  • sin
    April 30

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    thats awesome!!!

    i love the word lycanthropy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like it a lot.... werewolves are my babies... sorta... you should check out my stuff


  • Wee Beastie
    April 30
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    nice and creppy uncle mikey, makes me want to go out on the hunt,

    ~~chef W.B.

  • Lady Dragonwyck
    April 29

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    Lots of "things" wander fallen domes and spires....
    Very good write --- eerie !!!

    Lady D