The mark of death

Rip and tear at the flesh

Take away the vital breath,

Drink and slurp on the blood

Gnawing at the flesh and cud,

Vicious teeth razor sharp

Glinting bloodstained in the dark,

The victim lays dead wearing it’s mark

The full moon shines and I hear the hark,

Of the werewolf hiding in the park.

One response to “The mark of death”

  1. Beautiful poem! Its horrific! Death is permanent! 👏

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