Back story behind this morbid little guy? I was a (I think) freshman in high school, sitting at home with a lot more free time than money. I got the random idea for a poem and POOF there it was! Man, I wish I had all the time to let my creative juices flow that I had then. Ah well, for every thing there is a season! Anyway, if you enjoy stuff about werewolves and death (like I certainly did when I wrote this) I hope you enjoy this poem. Shalom!
I, Werewolf
I curse at the sky, then my eyes see
full moon of midnight staring at me
the time draws near for the lust to return
I strain out a growl as my chest starts to burn
hell fire shoots through my soul
and bloody rage flares to the full
my heart tries to escape from my chest
knowing tonight there will be no rest
peaceful village sleeps in the night
in my soul there is no more light
I burst in and roar for their blood
they scream and cry and pray to their gods
blackest night, now stained bright red
mutilated corpses, I’ve eaten the dead
not one can stand before my hunger
I will reign in this wood forever and ever
a thousand years I have been cursed
tortured all times by the undying thirst
I, werewolf, shall surely never die
until time itself in it’s grave lies
Drew Otteson 