a gothic poem about werewolves |
As the sun sets into the blackened night i watched as the fiery glow disapears beyond the horizon i listen the sounds of the shadows creeping as the darkness closes in around me i anciusly awaited the pain the night brings the shadows ingulf my human form i catch sight of the first silver raise of the moon as it rises above the horizon to replace the sun that once hung so proudly in the bright mid days sky as that silvery ball rose above the tops of the trees I feel hecates soft touch upon my shoulders as i starewd up at the wonderes light of hecates soul as it hung maraculisly in the darkened sky i feel my skin begin to burn as i ripp open my shirt to let the silvery light shine upon my bare skin my mind burns with exstacy, my heart with lust the instant it took me i knew my eyes flew open, and my breath caught in my throught the energy rushed through my veins like an electric shock my knees buckeled and i fell to the ground i cried out in orgasmic pleasure at the intense power flowing through out my body with a gradual subsiding of pain i watched as my slender fingers grew into strong miracules claws i felt a brush on my back as my hair grew into a fiery red pelt on my back i can feel as every muscle and organ began to change and transform inside of me As my eyes ajusted to my new intuned night vision I now toward high above my normal size as i stood and stretched feeling the power flow through out my new body my senses hieghtened like never before sight, smell, hearing it was all new and magical hecate watched in amazment as her creation began to unfold before her a new werewolf was now born born of the moon, child of the night hecate smiles as her newly formed lycon threw his head back and howled at the newly risen, silvery moon she fades into the shadows leaving her servent to feed |