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Wolf Moon (a poem)

Poetry By: Ousma

Inspired by the movie Red Riding Hood

I'm considering making this part of my Raise Your Voice series. Though I originally just wanted to tell a sad story about a werewolf, I've realized that the underlying meaning could fit the series quite nicely. What do you think?

Submitted:Jun 29, 2011    Reads: 125    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Your children stay up late

Beneath the covers; wide-eyed they shiver and quake

Envisioning the stories told

Horrors about me; folklore of old

The full moon flies in the night sky

If they're just myths, why do you lock your door, why?

There's a drawer where you keep silver and holy water

Afraid I'll come snatch your son? Your daughter?

Beneath the pine shadows I roam

These dark mysterious woods I call home

Over your village these mountains leer

And when the cold fog creeps you shiver with fear

Have you heard my eerie howl at midnight?

Did you sit up in bed, filled with fright?

Is it visions of my teeth that keep you up all night long?

Or is it the lonely heartbreak in my song?

The ones I love think I'm dead

Better that than know the truth instead

You've outcasted me, called me a monster, among other names

You don't know the whole story, you're all the same

I watch over this sleepy town, a guardian from above

And all I ever asked in return was some spare love

Yet still I walk alone, save for the light of the wolf moon.


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