Moonlit Feast

Moonlit Feast

By J. Lynne Moore

A rising moon sparkles bright;
Over the horizon clear in sight.

Transforms the tranquil forest vale,
Into a shadowy nefarious fairytale.

Yet no fairy or pixie flight,
Can be seen in this silvered light.

A piercing howl cuts the scene,
Soon a hulking hirsute figure is seen.

A human on any other day;
Tonight the moon has its sway.

Calling forth this ghastly beast,
In want of flesh to make a feast.

With sabered teeth and vicious claw,
He hopes, upon your bones to gnaw.

A demon lurks the forest tonight;
The werewolf hunts with great delight.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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