Cursed Beast of the Night

Full moon’s light

touches skin.

An agonizing wail,

flesh rips, reveals.

Fur erupts

claws, fangs.

Cursed beast of the night

emerges.

Strength unequal

vicious, savage.

Appetite unmatched

rapacious, voracious.

A howl to the sky,

a call to the pack.

Night

belongs to the hunter.

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Published on Thursday, October 4, 2012. Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Cursed Beast of the Night"

A former member wrote: I like this poem, sometimes I'm just in the mood for a short bit of horror like this. A good piece here. Makes me think of the cyotes howling around in our forest at night...XD
A former member wrote: Heck yeah... I like this! Kinda makes me think of myself when I get mad, because I've always said I turn into a beast when I'm pissed! Anyways I love this and you have great talent thank you for sharing with us all in the valley!
A former member wrote: strong, original voice to match the theme/content. Great post!!