Beast of the Full Moon

The Beast…a blood lust terror night

Beast of the Full Moon
Beast of the Full moon

In silent blackest night,
breath like burgeoning mist
to set mid air in chill,
a bite of frozen white;
not a cricket barks this night,
not buzz or feathered flight
attests this hidden life,
as moon on high
in luminous flooding light,
cannot reveal what lays
beneath the shadows.

As cold dark earth rises,
breaks apart,
a gnarled hand of claw does reach,
in release of deaths cold bed,
and so emerges a creature
so defiled of form,
so harsh of mind
in hungers desperate plight,
it drools in expectation
salivation for what will come,
this night of writhing death.

Its dark and hairless form
in shadow creeps,
its quiet and vigilant seeking prey,
for slumber’s keep is its lust to reap,
and find it must some meat,
to satisfy this hunger;
and cries are heard,
as devour it does its forest finds,
blood and crunching bone sublime,
tearing flesh apart,
and every life awake now shudders.

Till dawn the terror cries echo loud,
and burrowed, perched and pallid life,
does close their eyes and hope not they,
as the beast on rounds does slay,
without remorse, with pleasured glee,
taking life and feeding thee,
to blood lust pray to night,
its hunting joy and swallowed life,
and as that long awaited dawn becomes,
the creature finds its cold dark bed,
until once more in full moon light.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “Beast of the Full Moon

  • August 17, 2016 at 9:36 PM

    Chilling tale of the beast! Good thing I did not read this too late at night, Tony. Your very descriptive verse could cause some vivid nightmare. Well done!

  • August 18, 2016 at 6:31 PM

    Thanks Kurt, I do love these types of poem, a little Poe-esque perhaps. Cheers!


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