Myth Or Madness.

On the blackest of nights
With a full moon on high
Faraway from the lights
Comes a pitiful cry

A sound steeped in torment
Wrapped up in the wind
A song that is hell sent
To those that have sinned


A prelude to terror
That hunts in the night
Causing panic and horror
When ever it strikes

When you walk in the moonlight
consider the risk
Most dogs howl at midnight
But are werewolves just myth?






Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 10:17

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Veld Cooper
Ever so good!
2006-01-20


Peter
This one I like!!
the rhythm is fantastic :D
Good work ^^
2006-01-18


GB
She Said
Beware Of The Dark
Hark !
As We Trip Into The Still Night

Beware Of The Shadows
Take Heed Of The Whispers
For The Ferryman Wants Your Soul

And Charon Won't Concede
Until It Satisfies It's Appetite !! ...

Well done again Penfold! ... Like your
prose very much ... just thought I'd add
some extra tonic ... Cheers ! .... Glen ( GB )
2006-01-18


Zoya Zaidi
Dark mysteries do hide,
In the belly of night, when
Wolves do howl, & dogs do cry,
"Loonies" come out, when
The moon grows high,
You don't know why?
Myths are born of mortal fear,
When man can't escape,
His inner voice to hear!
His conscience not clear!
A perfect piece you've here!
Graham, my dear!
((((Hugs of a bear!!!))))))
2006-01-18


Black Knight
Very good.
But, anyway, I like walk in the moonlight at midnight.
What can be easier - to not be afraid werewolves, it is necessary just to become one of them. Or their friend :))
2006-01-18