I'm so hungry,
So, so hungry.

My brother moon takes his throne in the night sky,
My mouth salivates,
I can think of nothing,
Other than the juicy shredding,
Of a nice twenty four ounce steak beetween my teeth,
With salt and vinegar soaked fries,
Peas,
Mushrooms,
Beer battered onion rings,
And a halved gilled tomato.

Shall i venture,
From the ancient forest,
Out into the town,
To seek out my pleasure?

The last time they shot bullets at me,
And shouted and yelled,
Yet the need for cow flesh,
Is so overpowering,
I am the bravest wolf alive.

I sneek cautiously into the bar,
The power of my brother moon guides me,
They do not see through my disguise,
Trilby,
Long coat,
Shades,
And holding a lit cigar in my paws.

I order my meal and feast like a glutton,
A beast,
A demon,
A crude and radiant pig,
Lost to the instinct to feed.

I drink twenty beers,
Then i leave,
And rape a cowboy,
On the way back to my den.

I really enjoyed this write...


I keep going back to these lines as the Moon is full tonight and we are all lost in it's pull....

A beast,
A demon,
A crude and radiant pig,
Lost to the instinct to feed.

i likey!! can we have more adventures of the beast? cool write!

Thanks to both of you! I'm really pleased you liked this poem and i am glad that it bought you pleasure.

There may be yet, more adventures of the beast, but i've got so many ideas about all sorts of different things bouncing around in my head at the moment, it is impossible to say whether or not i will be able to write something moon/werewolf themed, at some point in the near future.

Well write about the ideas that are bouncing around in your head...It doesn't have to be about the beast...

I liked your style of writing and the way that you use your words....