The Werewolf.
#Nightdwellers My bones are popping, Skin is shredded, Become something, Legends dreaded. Nose to snout, And feet to paws, Upon those grey four, I grow claws.
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#Nightdwellers My bones are popping, Skin is shredded, Become something, Legends dreaded. Nose to snout, And feet to paws, Upon those grey four, I grow claws.
I flee through the night, Running Running. One look; I'll take flight, Running Running. I'll soar through the sky, Flying Flying. Watching passers-by, Flying Flying.
Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
Red lips, Blue skin. Something hidden, Deep within. Purple eyes, Yellow fingers. A sense of magic, Passes and lingers. A magic word, Passed between. Icy breath, Wisping out green.
One of my darker ones I wrote a while back.... Can't say I didn't warn you.
Hanging low and close to the ground, Perceived only by a passing hound, A shimmering soul lingers in the mist, Not in substance or mass, but still it exists, His roar no longer heard in the...