I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
The Beast Calls The beast calls at midnight When the moon is full and high And I hear his mournful wailing Like his soul's about to die. I can hear him in my dreams When I'm lying fast asleep I can hear him running toward me Up the mountain tall and steep. I can hear his ragged breathing Hear his panting in my ear Hear him beg me to go with him Though I pretend not to hear. I can see his eyes upon me Devouring me with lustful mouth I can feel his teeth cut through my skin Though the door has kept him out. But he stands outside my window Sending secrets to my brain Telling me how much he loves me And wants to be with me again. But I cannot let him near me I know I can't let him inside For the man that once he had been Is a wolf, the man has died.