The Werewolf's wyrd

By darkenwolf

Thu, 12 Aug 2010
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The Werewolf’s wyrd.

I watch you humans,
Scurrying around in busy lives,
Unawares and unknowing,
That the predator’s gaze is upon you.

The spark of your lives,
Fade in a blink of my eye,
While mine stretches endlessly;
The years but like days.

Many names my kind has worn;
Shape-shifter, werewolf,
Lycan, skin-walker,
Words to strike terror in your puny hearts.

For when the moon goddess calls,
Our spirit must answer,
Our true face is shown
And you become prey.

Certificate PG
Poem
Some call it Poetry
Fantasy

Comments

Submitted by Cavalcader on
New darkenwolfReally like this poem. Educating, stanza for me is the last. For when the moon goddess call, Our spirit must answer, Our true face is shown And you become prey. great julie

Submitted by darkenwolf on
thanks; i was trying to highlight the dualit of the werewolf - human-like one minute but a predator the next. Glad you liked it ;)

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Darkenwolf, I love this poem. We have two foxes that come into our garden, to eat the food I put out for the birds, Although your poem is about Werewolf's, it really reminds me of these two foxes. Sometimes you hear them at night. When I go into the garden, I feel sometimes that eyes are watching me. If I walk out into the garden and they are feeding, they look at me so indignantly, as if I have disturbed them, then they stroll away very slowly not a bit afraid, or nerves. A great, fantastical poem. Jenny.

 

Submitted by darkenwolf on
I used to walk my dogs down a country lane at night and you could always feel eyes watching you even when you couldn't see them. Glad you liked the poem; it just came to me and i had to write it down.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
We too have foxes that visit our garden regularly and you are so right about the eyes. A much enjoyed poem and I always think the ones that just pop into one's head that one just has to write down there and then are always the best. Tina

 

Submitted by darkenwolf on
i was writing something else at the time and it just kept getting in the way so i had to put it down to get on with the other thing! Another one of those meteor strike ideas i suppose - don't know when or where they'll hit but there's always one coming. Glad you liked it though, thanks for the comments ;)

Submitted by WillSimpson on
This is a good poem, reminds me of the demons under our personal unconscious that can spring out at any moment. Its almost as if it is talking to us through the poet.

Until we feel our thoughts our thinking remains unfelt

Submitted by darkenwolf on
it certainly feels like that sometimes, thanks for the comments will ;)

Submitted by kheldar on
A really enjoyable read, though I do think "The years but like days" could do with revising. How about "The years to me but days" or "The years to me like days". That aside, a very evocative poem, I won't feel safe at full moon ever again. Kheldar :--)

cool

Submitted by darkenwolf on
funny thing but the first version had 'the years to me but days' but it sounded clunky to me so i shortened it. Thanks for the comments Kheldar; perhaps it was the wolf in me trying to get out ;D

Submitted by shoe on
Utterly chilling! the middle two verses stand out for me. great stuff :}

 

Submitted by darkenwolf on
Thank you shoe, glad you like it.

Submitted by Nolan on
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf Big bad wolf, big bad wolf? Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? Tra la la la la!