The Changeling - a Dark Poem about Werewolves by Neil Benson

The Changeling

The full moon rises.

I hear your call.

The change begins.

My hair stand up,

and my breath quickens.

Tendons stretch,

and muscles grow.

Bones expand,

and fleshy yields.

My jaw protrudes,

and fangs appear.

great claws form,

and grip the ground.

A tall, horrid creature arises,

and greets the night with a howl.

Finally, I am whole.

To you I run, swift and sure.

Through grassy fields,

into a dark forest,

up a great mountain,

ever higher I go.

Past the tree line,

and into thin air.

 

............the rest of the poem can be found in Dark Journeys.

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