Cycle of the Wolf

Perverted branches
Grab at my clothes
Handfuls of hair
To keep for their own

Behind me, that sound
Loud. No, very loud!
Gaining, not hindered by the trees
Tonight, a full moon. No clouds

My eyes are just as full
My skin is just as pale
Limbs battering and dodging
As I follow the overgrown trail

Those eyes, not white like my own
Red, possessed, unrelenting
I stop
A log in the path, my escape preventing

A white toothy grin
Shows itself to me
Reminding me of the Cheshire cat
The rest of the beast, I can soon see

Branches snap
Like bones breaking
My arms trembling
My legs shaking
My breath short
My vision fading

A howl pierces like a blade
A pentagram in my hand
With a sinking horror I see, before me
The Wolf Man

The beast wears humanity loose
Like a throw on shawl
A scream meets my lips, but no further
As I shudder and fall

Teeth rip at my breasts
Sheets of agony from all inside
The flutter of life in me flickers
If only here I died

A howl pierces like a blade
A pentagram in your hand
With a sinking horror you see, before you
Me