Werewolves' Hideaway, a poem by Sarah Samarbaf at Spillwords.com

Werewolves’ Hideaway

Werewolves’ Hideaway

written by: Sarah Samarbaf

 

Here, my folk!
The most restless dreamers
In this endless maze of daze.

The fugitives from sun,
Ready for the return of
Foggy and rainy days.

As soon as the moon rises,
On the last hours of October,
We, the six hundred sixty six leftovers,
Walk around
Wandering in the ways.

We as the night hunters,
Follow the scent of blood,
The scent of the wounded.
And with blood,
We also suck their human sentiments.
And they,
Living deads,
Turn into the bloodthirsty monsters,
Emotionless,
Abandoned in cities,
In the human bodies,
Among you,
These hidden one-man armies.

Then, before the dawn breaks,
We’ll shelter
In our den,
Waiting for another October,
Midst a clouded glen.
Getting lost and losing
In nightmares,
Until the next curse of the Pumpkin Moon,
Roaming in illusios,
And in the haze of craze.

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