Werewolf poetry ( Archived) (19)

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Thank you Dawn.

I'll post some more poems.

Here ya go Ladyfingers.

"Looking glass"

I sit and ponder in this deserted church, wondering
if my species is an abondimation of God
Are we here to hunt man or to save them from
themselves....
I have the knowledge that has been passed down
through the ages.
I know some of us in the different tribes wish to only
see the end of human kind so that we may reign
I believe my tribe wishes to live in harmony with
all those around us.
For this is the will of Gaia, for we are to protect her
and all things related to her.
I pick up a scent in the air.....the hunters are close
I must find another refuge for the night.....
Please give me the strength Gaia to protect those
that still wish to see the end of my life.

Did you really write it???

NICE

Yes I did.

Thank you for the kind words.

Here is another one:


"Close call"

I come to the woods to seek my serenity.
The cold air allows me to become one with
my surroundings.
The feel of the snow crunching between my toes
and fur brings exhilaration to my soul
I pick up a scent on the rise and I sense a
presence near me.
My hearing listens to slight crunching of footsteps.
I can't tell if it's the hunters that found me.
My enemies are always searching for me.
I quickly hunker down and extend my talons, my nose
smells the presence coming closer.
I stay quiet and just look and listen.
The footsteps get closer and I hear a voice giving directions.
My heart starts to race, the beating gets harder in my chest.
I made a small snowball and hurl it as far as I can.
The noise distracts the voice and the footsteps
run away from me
I quickly shift to the opposite direction and
make a break for it.
I do my best to leave light steps in the snow and put
as much distance between me and the hunters.
I slow down and use my senses to detect if I was followed.
I give a silent prayer to Gaia and find a spot
to center my serenity once more.

You must have been one in a previous life.

Thank you.

Here is another one.

"Northern Lights"

I sit and watch the night sky,
the moonlight plays upon the shadows
of the forest of where I dwell.
I sense that I will always be alone searching
for others that are like me.
I shake my fur and smooth out my clothing to
help warm up my body from the cold.
The northern lights shine high and the rainbow
colors dance across the clouds.
I wonder if others out there also watch what
I see and ask themselves, if they will also find
their extended family, so they will never be alone.

Kind of like 'the howling' movies.

Never thought of it that way.

I based my ideas on a role playing game called Werewolf the Apocalypse, published by Whitewolf Publications.

They also produced Vampire the Masquerade.

Thanks again for the compliments.

Here is one more for the day:

"Concrete world"

The concrete world built by humans, embraced by us.
My clan always believed that for us to survive, we
must become one with our new surroundings.
I walk the streets, enjoying the sunlight bouncing
off of all the glass around me.
The warmth that bathes me, makes me come alive.
I feel the surge of life and feel the flow of
energy generated by all living things around me.
When I watch the humans, I sense their hopes and dreams.
I also know there are others out there that watches us,
seeking to end our lifeline.
I always believe that survival is a dance, always twisting
and turning, no end in sight.
I pray to Gaia to allow me to see the next advancement of
the humans.
Hopefully my clan can assist them in their endeavors and
bring a sense of closure and completeness for both of
our races.