More Eggs to Fry
For day upon day
It hangs on the wall,
The painting painted
In an old castle's hall.
A scene full of royalty,
Majesty, and heat,
And tension until
One makes his retreat.
There's two and they're clad
All in armor and arms,
And the rest of the scene
Is full of hidden charms.
It's night and they're dueling--
With swords--for a crown.
They're battling fiercely,
Round and round.
The knight clad in black
And the knight clad in gold,
The price is not cheap
And the tale will be told.
With a wind that blows
So gently through trees,
They're locked in a battle
Till one falls to his knees.
One uses wings
And one uses claws.
They battle with malice
Till one closes his jaws.
The puss in the fur,
The blood in the grass,
They fight while they can,
To feel victory at last.
Claws tearing flesh,
Fangs tearing skin,
The winged one's accepted
The werewolf will win.
The beast throws back his head
And looses a scream,
And watches his talons
Dissolve into steam.
Lycanthrope honors
The full, lunar sky.
He closes his eyes
And howls a cry.
The accursed blood
That now stains the earth,
Will course through his veins
To his death from his birth.
He lowers his eyes
Down to the ground,
Hears a noise,
And turns around.
Coursing through air
Comes a flying foe.
Stabs him with steel,
He feels liquid flow.
His muscular legs
Leap into the air,
Then smother their victim
As they land on a chair.
His Love that he fought for
Now lies dead at his feet.
His eyes fill with woe,
His steps make retreat.
He takes her in
His powerful hands,
Then cries to the moon
While his fur melts like sands.
He kisses her face,
Lets fall his pain,
Her sleep is consumed
By a warm, tender flame.
His deep sober eyes
Gaze up at the sun.
His hair is blown back,
This new life he's begun.
He replaces his hat,
His lips play a smile,
Fear not. He'll be back
After a while.