Howling at the Moon


The bells ring in the distance,
Night has fallen.
The moon plays hide and seek
With the whimsical clouds.

A howl can be heard,
Shattering the silence.
As the rays of the silvery orb
Fall softly to the ground.

A single thread of moonlight
Creeps through the windowpane.
I feel a twitching in my fingers,
Now is the time to transform.

The senses sharpen,
The mind becomes a hazy daze.
I can smell flesh and blood,
Now is the time to kill…


This  is my first attempt at horror poetry (is that what one would call it?). I posted this poem on Undead Poets’ Society as well, at: Moonlight


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