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Eyes down low, and a gaze shy,
his heart fluttered, and his grin went wry.
It was a secret he had,
a secret he swore he'd not tell.
The note in his hand did speak of his feelings,
placed neatly in a letter, with strawberry sealings.
Looking up from his thoughts, he saw another,
that other, he knew, was his secret lover.
He got up from his seat, to talk to this girl,
the butterflies in his stomach suggested he hurl.
The girl seemed to be quite unaware,
that a werewolf was standing there.
He cleared his throat quickly to get her attention,
She looked and instantly showed deep apprehension.
She gave a loud scream, the werewolf had scared her,
but, he actually wanted a "heart-sick" cure.
He spoke quickly, eyes filled with fright,
"Please do not fear, and please hear my plight!"
With the quickest of motions, his hand shot out,
his paw did open, and the letter had sprout.
The girl looked quickly at the letter in hand,
not sure if it was a trick, or something more grand.
"What is this for? Are you playing a game?"
She grabbed the letter briskly, in fear of being maimed.
She opened the letter, and the contents she read,
she then turned a pink, from her toes to her head.
"I... appreciate the gesture, really I do."
"But I can't be associated with someone like you."
"You run through the trees, while I'm at my home,"
"You howl at the moon, while I read a tome."
"You've got a beast in your heart, which will undoubtebly come out,"
"If the two of us were to get into an argumentative bout."
"You're not really human, but that's just what I am."
"You're trying to be sweet, but I'm holding the fear that I can."
"You may be sincere, and that's great, probably true,"
"but I can't be seen with the likes of you."
Quickly she dropped the letter and walked away flustered,
her look cued the werewolf that she had felt pestered.
He followed her, with his eyes starting to sting,
the rain did fall, and the thunder did sing.
Eyes down low, and with a gaze filled with tears,
his heart sank, almost exactly as feared.
He wanted to be loved, in his big werewolf heart,
but as far as love was concerned...
no one thought a werewolf had a part.
his heart fluttered, and his grin went wry.
It was a secret he had,
a secret he swore he'd not tell.
The note in his hand did speak of his feelings,
placed neatly in a letter, with strawberry sealings.
Looking up from his thoughts, he saw another,
that other, he knew, was his secret lover.
He got up from his seat, to talk to this girl,
the butterflies in his stomach suggested he hurl.
The girl seemed to be quite unaware,
that a werewolf was standing there.
He cleared his throat quickly to get her attention,
She looked and instantly showed deep apprehension.
She gave a loud scream, the werewolf had scared her,
but, he actually wanted a "heart-sick" cure.
He spoke quickly, eyes filled with fright,
"Please do not fear, and please hear my plight!"
With the quickest of motions, his hand shot out,
his paw did open, and the letter had sprout.
The girl looked quickly at the letter in hand,
not sure if it was a trick, or something more grand.
"What is this for? Are you playing a game?"
She grabbed the letter briskly, in fear of being maimed.
She opened the letter, and the contents she read,
she then turned a pink, from her toes to her head.
"I... appreciate the gesture, really I do."
"But I can't be associated with someone like you."
"You run through the trees, while I'm at my home,"
"You howl at the moon, while I read a tome."
"You've got a beast in your heart, which will undoubtebly come out,"
"If the two of us were to get into an argumentative bout."
"You're not really human, but that's just what I am."
"You're trying to be sweet, but I'm holding the fear that I can."
"You may be sincere, and that's great, probably true,"
"but I can't be seen with the likes of you."
Quickly she dropped the letter and walked away flustered,
her look cued the werewolf that she had felt pestered.
He followed her, with his eyes starting to sting,
the rain did fall, and the thunder did sing.
Eyes down low, and with a gaze filled with tears,
his heart sank, almost exactly as feared.
He wanted to be loved, in his big werewolf heart,
but as far as love was concerned...
no one thought a werewolf had a part.
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Still a Werewolf at Heart
To be free, a concept for that people have fought and died over for centuries but what does it really mean? We call ourselves a ‘free society’ but it seems as if we are nothing more than slaves. Slaves to debt, slaves to fashion, slaves to society’s expectations but most of all, slaves to the mistakes of our pasts. But what does it truly mean to be free? Is it wrong of me to want to want to get away from all the pressure and restrictions to live a life of pure independence? It was these ‘cabin fever’ like feeling which led me to fall in love with werewolves.
I have always been interested in animals but it
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The ritual of werewolf
Now you have both tooth and claw,
Biting teeth within your maw,
Stand tall for these midnight powers,
A brother or sister gave you at midnight hours,
You now belong to the pack,
Through the fur upon your back,
The monsters that you once feared,
You now stand at one, revered,
The fires of hell await our souls,
As we cheated our usual roles,
But worry not for years you live,
More than any man could give,
You are now a werewolf strong and fast,
But remember to never forget your past,
And now you live the life within,
Be warned the life of a beast begins.
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Wolf Brothers
He had always known he was different from the other wolves. And therein lay the key of his difference: knowing. When he looked into the eyes of his packmates, they did not flicker with the candlelights of souls behind them. The same complicated emotions that he himself felt, he could not sense coming from his brethren. In a way, he envied them. They all seemed so blissful, so content, even in moments of strife. Just being different was enough to weigh heavily upon him, and the fact that he could comprehend worry when the others could not became in and of itself a vicious cycle. Was there something wrong with him? Why did existence itself have
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lovely and fun poem to read!