the dark night is black
full moon spreads silver glimmers
over hallowed ground
an eerie creaking
from his coffin he awakes
sits up and breathes deep
out of crypt he climbs
quickly now to see the moon
up the stairs he runs
darkness smothers, hides
as moonlight awakens him
to rise up anew
black wingtips creaking
from hallowed ground he escapes
fairly taking flight
eyes glow crimson red
face as pale as morning frost
ivory fangs grow
the moonlight claims him
his bones crackling and writhing
his body is torn
full moon calls to life
his most thirsting beast within
a man no longer
black fur covers him
he falls to the ground on paws
he howls to the moon
when morning calls him
he will be on hallowed ground
back into his crypt
to sleep a dead sleep
until moonlight calls again
to wake his body
winds whisper softly
beware his grave in the night
on the full moon comes
a most awful sight
for the dead man goes walking
a wolf in the night
Author notes
I chose option number five above and rather took liberties with the tale it told. My poem is not particularly intended to rhyme, but it does have the 5-7-5 pattern of haiku (even though it does not pertain to nature).
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What did you think
Comments
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Hmm...interesting piece. I love the way you wrote it, and the imagery is fantastic. I felt like I was there whilst reading it. I don't think I've heard of a werewolf sleeping in a coffin before either. Great job, I enjoyed this read immensely. Good luck in the contest.
♥ Kathraina -
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Thank you. As you can tell by this poem, I write a lot of dark fantasy, not particularly as much in poetry as in actual stories, but I have a few. I love to twist the laws of vampirism and werewolfism to off-set them from the traditional laws that prowl every bookstore. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
~Battie
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