Chasing a Werewolf

A cycle of poems «Chasing a Werewolf»

The moon hangs heavy, a silver tear
In a sky of black, whispering fear
The wind howls low, a mournful cry
As shadows dance and the night draws nigh
A scent of musk, a primal call
My heart beats fast, I'm standing tall
For the beast is loose, its hunger keen
A creature of darkness, a midnight scene

Chasing a werewolf, through the woods so deep
Where ancient secrets lie, and shadows creep
His eyes like embers, burning bright
A hunter's instinct, fuelled by the night
Chasing a werewolf, a dangerous chase
A fight for survival, a desperate race

The forest floor, a tangled maze
Of twisted branches and hidden ways
The trees they whisper, a chilling sound
As the earth trembles, on hallowed ground
His footsteps echo, a thunderous beat
My breath comes ragged, my pulse runs fleet
The moonbeams guide me, a silver thread
To face the monster, before I'm dead

Chasing a werewolf, through the woods so deep
Where ancient secrets lie, and shadows creep
His eyes like embers, burning bright
A hunter's instinct, fuelled by the night
Chasing a werewolf, a dangerous chase
A fight for survival, a desperate race

The air grows cold, a biting chill
My resolve hardens, my muscles still
He's gaining ground, his fury unleashed
A primal howl, my courage impeached
But I won't falter, I won't give in
This battle's mine, this fight I'll win

Chasing a werewolf, through the woods so deep
Where ancient secrets lie, and shadows creep
His eyes like embers, burning bright
A hunter's instinct, fuelled by the night
Chasing a werewolf, a dangerous chase
A fight for survival, a desperate race

The dawn breaks slow, a pale sunrise
The beast retreats, with a mournful guise
The chase is over, the battle won
But the memory lingers, 'til the setting sun
Chasing a werewolf, a tale to tell
Of courage and darkness, and a hunter's spell.