"The Werewolves' Dance"

“The Werewolves’’ Dance”

looking at the bottle pondering
thinking of his wasted hours
wondering, should he continue
to drown his pains or return
to what is his real frame


leaning on the window sill
looking for the moon
wiping dust from his hands
wandering, searching through
his troubled mind,
knowing that it is now the time

through the halo of the trees
seen again through cloud filled
breezes, the moon so full and orange
searching the forests nearby
for the mate of his life,
for the end of his human scourges

getting up to close the drapes
his vision suddenly full of howling shapes
coming to take him from this dusty place
back to the world he so loves
he sees himself on the shadowy pane
and vows to never ever go there again
 
back to the roads and mountain paths
ancient before anyone can grasp
he searches for just one thing
that will make his being whole

happily she waits for him
in starlit meadows she waits for him
their memories are never dimmed
when their souls combine to love again

now they join the werewolf’s dance
knowing that their love will last
though lycanthropes they may be
neither would ever harm or bear to see
anything but life and love
yet occasionally there has to be
a bloody meal to keep them free

so don’t look too hard from windowsill s
bring no attention to yourself
if you will  only let them be
they won’t bother to eat or kill
anyone not found in the woods

© Sam Hyde
   03-11-11