The full moon rises.
I hear your call.
The change begins.
My hair stand up,
and my breath quickens.
Tendons stretch,
and muscles grow.
Bones expand,
and fleshy yields.
My jaw protrudes,
and fangs appear.
great claws form,
and grip the ground.
A tall, horrid creature arises,
and greets the night with a howl.
Finally, I am whole.
To you I run, swift and sure.
Through grassy fields,
into a dark forest,
up a great mountain,
ever higher I go.
Past the tree line,
and into thin air.
Faster and faster,
my legs carry me forth.
Until you stand above me,
mighty and supreme.
I bare my throat,
and submit to your will.
You sniff my body,
and my passion burns.
Our bodies join and I am complete.
In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. One story is about the surprise that awaits a mortal man when he has a picnic with the Queen of the forest. In A Problem with Werewolves a mortal male and his beautiful female vampire lover battle a pack of werewolves and a hideous demon. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
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