Werewolf

I am crying the moon in the air

and feeds the wolf in me

with blood and tears

in me awakes the night

while the owl is screeching

in my head

and his all seeing eye

is looking my worries

outside

It is the wind that is my skin

and the earth my bed

I smell my fear

in the deep of the gray

but my dream

is more realistic

then all the colors

of the morning

that is coming for sure.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

17/10/2014

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