{a monster's reflection, photos & words by R. Burnham}
"Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is right ..." from "The Wolfman"
Werewolf II
[c] R C BurnhamA werewolf howling in the dark
Tearing at my soul
Asking me which dog I'll feed
And which will I let go
The scratching comes from inside of me
Hyde ripping my heart in two
Is it the midday sun I seek
Or the moon wrapped up in blue
All Hallow's Eve fast approaches
Like hoofbeats on castenet
The ferryman holds up his lantern
But hasn't claimed me yet
If you meet me in the dark
Will you tur
n and run away
Or join me in my stylish hell
Be my love, come! Let us prey ...
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Comments: 35
This is pretty neat.
(sorry i could not help you the other day~)
You are so funny, Robert.
That is a standing invite, right? lol
Maybe I need a better camera.
Thanks for sending me a note to come by, so so glad you joined POW and PPOW. Good luck my dear friend.
Excellent
The moon surrounded by star's bright reflection, back though my windowpane.
I look at the Moon and wish my telescope hadn't burned with my house...sigh...oh well, off to howl...later friend...
:O)
LA M: So you love a werewolf's poem; aww girl, you're after my heart.