Shifting into a Werewolf
In the midst of a
full moon night,
When the princess moon was shading her light,
Between the haunted woods and falling snow,
Something strange I felt though.
The owl was crying, I wonder,
And my heart was only singing a prayer,
I could'nt feel my heart and soul free,
And there was only fear that I could see.
Underneath an old banyan tree I sat,
When I heard something strange and said,"Oh,
what was that?"
Appeared a werewolf showing his bloody teeth,
And I shouted and faster did go my heartbeat.
His sharp teeth bit me, I cried,
With his furious mind away he flied
I could have shoot him with my holster,
But now it's too late, as I've already become
Now I feed on the living,like my heart is made
Trapped in a vicious world,all alone.
But there is still hope, maybe it will come to
When I can be free, not to face this again.
Woke up in a fright
realizing it was Halloween night.
Racing to my closet looking to find
nothing, NOTHING - no costume came to mind.
Walking to school in utter anger
kicked a rock, putting my toes in danger.
Oh what, what could I be tonight for
a witch? a bat? Too simple, too boring, must make it right.
At school kids were dressed in their
saw a zombie, a mummy and a vampire in a red
Noooo, these costumes will not do!
too ordinary, too usual, I need a costume
out of the blue.
What will be the very costume that will make
so grand and scary - it will be talked about
for years - if you dare.
School is almost out, I'm running out of
Come on brain - think, think THINK, I
thought with all my might.
Finally home, I put a candle in the
put some candy in a bowl, took a few - hey
it's only my turn!
My eyes were growing so heavy from a day
full of thinking
did I hear laughing and see orange lights
Woke up in a fright
realizing it was the next day,
Missing Halloween night.
my body shivering
my teeth grinding
the floors creaking
while i am seeking
to find what's keeping me up
through this dark night
here it comes i hope i don't fright
its face is bloody
its hands are muddy
it looks likes my friend kelp
and what he is saying "help"
Briana Fields ©2008
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