looking at the bottle pondering

thinking of his wasted hours

wondering, should he continue

to drown his pains or return

to live within his real frame

again

leaning on the window sill

looking upward for the moon

wiping dust from dirty hands

wandering, searching through

his troubled mind,

knowing that it is now the time

to show some courage
 

through the halo of the trees

seen again through cloud filled

breezes, the moon so full and orange

searching the forests nearby

for the mate of his life,

for the end of his human scourges

getting up to close the drapes

his vision fills with howling shapes

come to take him from this place

back to the world he so loves,

he sees himself on the shadowy pane

and vows to never ever go there again

back to the roads and mountain paths

routes so ancient noone grasps

he searches for just one thing

that will make his being whole

happily she waits for him

in starlit meadows she waits for him

their memories are never dimmed

when their souls combine to love again

now they join the werewolf’s dance

knowing that their love will last

though lycanthropes they may be

neither would ever harm or bear to see

anything but life and love

yet occasionally there has to be

a bloody meal to keep them free

so don’t look too hard from windowsills

bring no attention to yourself

if you will  only let them be

they won’t bother to eat or kill

anyone not found in the woods

© Sam Hyde

   03-11-11