he stepped into his house and stared at the stars.
clouds gathered while he was blinking,
thunder sounded when he was locking the door,
that streak of lightning crashed the ceiling.

his knees fell, his world was reeling.
walls gave in, the floor was sinking.
the beasts came in through the shattering windows,
his roars, silent; discreet, his screaming.

terrible days passed, terrifying nights ended,
blood clotted, his skin was peeling,
his hope diminished, he was left in woe
when finally it ended and the moon was shining.


Anonymous said...

Sounds like the story of a werewolf.

Shravan said...


i love it

... and the moon was shining.

s said...

you just keep getting weirder