Ok…this is not the best poem but…here it is:
Lychan
My dreams and daydreams
Whisper
The way of fang and claw
Inevitable as the moon is round.
I am, inside
Born for a second time
But I pray in silence, weep by day
Can't contain the wolf that lives inside me
I stalk the night
Hunt city streets
In alleyways beneath the master moon
Even if, in the real world, I don't bite
Thoughts are God's realm too,
I only fight
Fantasies of darkness, hope of light
OK, this is really about the struggle between good and evil in every human heart, using the werewolf metaphor. Strange, I know…but hope you like it. Please review but don't flame too nastily, ok?…