Instinct

by Sabre Lea

This poetry is full of feeling and darkness. It's short, not long at all. Werewolves are violent, especially when changing. I just put a small part into words. Along with the resentment for not having freedom of their own body.

I really liked this one.

Story not mine. Duh.

I wanted to write one quite specifically about werewolves, so i did. I have three other poems under Blood and Chocolate, check Poetry rated T. I also have two other poems under In the Forests of the Night, also rated T and under Poetry.

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Instinct

Rising hackles

Rippling fur,

Muscles shift

Color's blur.

Blackened pitch

Curbing white,

Red-washed eyes

That glow so bright.

Thirsty richness

Dribbling sweet,

Lapping juices

A delicious treat.

Thumping tail

Delighting in,

Horrific joy

Of fatal sin.

Rocking balance

Claiming life,

Oozing chaos

Sweating strife.

Creating movement

Forming change,

Spreading wide

Within no range.

Snarling attack

With forbidden fang,

Defensive swipe

Of fearful tang.

Deadly knowledge

Biting spite,

Hunting prey

No werewolf's Right.