Open up your window
And look eastern bound.
The sky is dark as ebony
The sun is sleeping sound.
Over the horizon
Rises the fat, golden moon
And thus begins
The night of the Loup-Garou
The Change comes quickly
And passes without pain
There are those who fear us
But they fear in vain.
If we hunger,
We will find you.
This is the life
Of the Loup-Garou.
We hunt in numbers
And sometimes alone
We devour our kill
Until there's nothing left but bone.
You don't know it yet,
But I chose you.
You are the love
Of this Loup-Garou.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I write at random about random stuff. You can find my every emotion and feeling somewhere in these poems
