Hectic, the scratching arrhythmic movement
of rabid transmutation,
arched back and yellow-eyes piercing,
clawed fingers and teeth raring,
growling guttural groans of pain,
as body bursts from human vein,
tearing flesh and ruptured muscle,
shedding skin in desperate struggle,
to reveal the beast within.
Blood and rage take the stage,
as flesh a melting, form arranging,
snorting, snarling building anger,
transformation complete entangled
in the need to kill and feast,
bone and gore as writhing meat
parted from a soul so sweet,
bares the slow and painful death
its pure and whole intention.
Howling release to commend the moon,
bloodied night and mind attuned,
the frenzied rush like delirium bliss,
fulfilling desperate need attest
the pleasure of the beast at risk
of getting caught,
now slumber calls to digest the prey,
and dream of other hunts what may,
to curb that insatiable need.
Then, as sun bequeaths the day arise,
a naked human soul does lay
upon the forest floor,
dried blood around his face,
skin so pallid in leaves embraced,
no memory of what transpired,
just flashes of blood and gore reside,
in some dream of dark awakening,
an unsettling haunting thought.
A secret he has known too well,
the full moon rise of a beast to tell
a burden he must carry, a tale untold.
Tony DeLorger © 2017