The Power of Blood

-K. L. Marsh

He was hastily walking,

Shedding his clothes on a nearby rock,

Making a mental note to remember which,

He quickly ran farther,

Into the deep forest,

He ran faster,

Feeling the wind brush,

Through his quickly growing mane.

He stopped,

His body tensed,

His head inclined to the moon,

He loathed it,

He screamed,

Moaned,

Howled,

At the full moon as it gracefully danced,

Across a serene night sky.

He paused his lament,

Smelling the scent of bloodshed,

Waves of lust flew,

Through the wolf's crouched body,

There was a wounded animal,

Close,

So close,

He could almost taste the flesh,

Swiftly he moved back into a sprint,

His taut thighs moving like the wind,

Growling wantonly as he ran,

Want of meat and carnage drove him,

The manic feeling closed in,

Feelings of anticipation,

They enveloped him.

He closed in on the wounded creature,

It's red-blood pooling,

Around the soon to be vacant carcass,

He licked it,

Feeling the energy of it,

It flowed through his very veins,

The Power of Blood.

He could hear the squeals and cries of pain,

And growled as if to answer them,

Lapping up the spilt blood,

The taste of earth,

Corrupting the absolute power,

He tore at the flesh,

Louder squeals erupted,

The protests were soon silenced,

When he tore out it's still beating heart.

Finishing with the business and pleasure of bloodlust,

He his licked his snout,

For any remaining traces of blood,

He trotted around the forest,

For a soft place to rest,

He found a peaceful glen,

In the dark deep forest,

And gently drifted into a slumber.



Author's Note: No, this isn't about Remus Lupin; it was a poem I wrote in science class because I got really tired of writing about the horrible problem of erosion. I first thought of the idea in pre-algebra when Ms. Lake, the boring cow, was telling an above-average class that a 6 sided figure was an Octagon, and acting like we didn't already know that!! (Sarcastically) Oh, no why I don't hate Math class, I love it!! I enjoy sitting through my math teacher droning on like Professor Binns about how we need to write our let statements for turned in work, it's only too bad that she doesn't allow us to sleep through her class like Binns does then I could catch upon my sleep. I though this was the best copy so tell me what you all think…