That would be awesome! But I'm not a great poet so I'm not gonna start. I would add something but I would have to read what has been written to get inspired.

The night was sultry.....

Heh, no, just joking.

Okay, how about.

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past

Last edited by WolfVanZandt (2007-04-06 23:50:31)

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.

But later will I ponder my deeds?
On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.
Wondering how and why they bleed?
And with the Moon's beguiling light,
be inevitably drawn into darker plights?
And later when I want to feed, I will not pause
to think or to read,
but rend and tear and ravage and breed
and live to solely feed, feed, feed!
Tonight I'm the hunter,
For hours I'll wander,
Fresh meat I'm craving,
Fresh meat I'm having!

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.
Wondering how and why they bleed?
And with the Moon's beguiling light,
be inevitably drawn into darker plights?
And later when I want to feed, I will not pause
to think or to read,
but rend and tear and ravage and breed
and live to solely feed, feed, feed!
Tonight I'm the hunter,
For hours I'll wander,
Fresh meat I'm craving,
Fresh meat I'm having!
Intent on blood is my misbehaving
while mortal man stands disbelieving;
with news travelling round about the lives that I'm stealing...
Water invades the footprints I'm leaving,
drink if you must now that reason is swirling
around the darkness that surely is filling
the channels of this carnal unveiling!

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.
Wondering how and why they bleed?
And with the Moon's beguiling light,
be inevitably drawn into darker plights?
And later when I want to feed, I will not pause
to think or to read,
but rend and tear and ravage and breed
and live to solely feed, feed, feed!
Tonight I'm the hunter,
For hours I'll wander,
Fresh meat I'm craving,
Fresh meat I'm having!
Intent on blood is my misbehaving
while mortal man stands disbelieving;
with news travelling round about the lives that I'm stealing...
Water invades the footprints I'm leaving,
drink if you must now that reason is swirling
around the darkness that surely is filling
the channels of this carnal unveiling!
And when the ripping's done I turn
back into a mere human again,
lumbering back into my domain,
to nurse my mind and begin to tame,
the ravings of one gone  quite insane,
Oh, a werewolf's plight is filled with pain!

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.
Wondering how and why they bleed?
And with the Moon's beguiling light,
be inevitably drawn into darker plights?
And later when I want to feed, I will not pause
to think or to read,
but rend and tear and ravage and breed
and live to solely feed, feed, feed!
Tonight I'm the hunter,
For hours I'll wander,
Fresh meat I'm craving,
Fresh meat I'm having!
Intent on blood is my misbehaving
while mortal man stands disbelieving;
with news travelling round about the lives that I'm stealing...
Water invades the footprints I'm leaving,
drink if you must now that reason is swirling
around the darkness that surely is filling
the channels of this carnal unveiling!
And when the ripping's done I turn
back into a mere human again,
lumbering back into my domain,
to nurse my mind and begin to tame,
the ravings of one gone quite insane,
Oh, a werewolf's plight is filled with pain!
In my world you can't fully understand
all the power that I command.

On Wolf's Head as summer's rounds were nearly past,
I saw a furred beast whose bones were surely vast,
With a running blast, it sure went so fast.
Waiting in the half-light--
I searched for bright eyes that burned the night;
the flash of fangs that ripped the air---
the scent of blood dripping from its lair...
I felt a warm summer breeze in the night
and saw the full moon high above like a flying kite.
Upon reflection, I could not ignore
the fact of its formidable bite!
I gaze into the yellow moon
without fear and without doom.
Then I throw back my head
and release a howl that would wake the dead.
The summer breeze is mild,
It carries our musk so wild
The stars above are heavenly bright,
The present moment feels so right.
Wondering how and why they bleed?
And with the Moon's beguiling light,
be inevitably drawn into darker plights?
And later when I want to feed, I will not pause
to think or to read,
but rend and tear and ravage and breed
and live to solely feed, feed, feed!
Tonight I'm the hunter,
For hours I'll wander,
Fresh meat I'm craving,
Fresh meat I'm having!
Intent on blood is my misbehaving
while mortal man stands disbelieving;
with news travelling round about the lives that I'm stealing...
Water invades the footprints I'm leaving,
drink if you must now that reason is swirling
around the darkness that surely is filling
the channels of this carnal unveiling!
And when the ripping's done I turn
back into a mere human again,
lumbering back into my domain,
to nurse my mind and begin to tame,
the ravings of one gone quite insane,
Oh, a werewolf's plight is filled with pain!
In my world you can't fully understand
all the power that I command.
Yet those with wings
who bite the neck
and fly at dusk
we don't respect.
At war are we, at war with them,
those who resemble the bats' brethren!

Oh Balderdash! You are great....the muse lurks in all of us....write on...write on....the night encircles us!


MJ  (: