A Werewolf's Thoughts
I've been held here for years...
The chain is rustin
I just need to tug ever so slightly
And I can walk free
It's to bad that this place isn't more advaced
They can catch me again and again
Untill they die
Then pass on the chase to their children
Doomed to face the never ending chase
For me..they can lock me up again and agin
But these pitiful chains won't hold me long
I can easily break free
But I bide my time
For they need to feel as if the accompished something,
They need to inpregneat their wives
So I have some one to continue the fun
I age not
And they know I'm not really human
They don't know what I am
Just that I'm not human,
It's fun to have them chase me
Like a revers hunt
Oh, I miss the hunts
They were my prey at one point
But now the hunter has become the hunted
I can eaily hide if I want
Take the form of a wolf
And fall of their radar
But that's no fun
This is what they live for
To hunt the hunter
To capture me over and over
Only to relize they can't hold me
And the hunt begins again
I live for this
Maybe I should tell them there are others
Maybe I should tell them about the ones
Who look so human but feed of the blood of their kind
Hehe, I won't but maybe I should
At lest I'd have a little time to rest from these hunts
And they could fear the night
Like they once did
Like they fear it when I break free
It's so much fun
This chase between human
and wolf
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