Wolfman on a lonely moor

A wolfman on a lonely moor

cries for his lover in the moon

down and out, in the pathos of the night

he howls the unnerving day goodbye

ushers in the fervent nightfall

he lives among the gypsies

in the folklore, with the bloodsuckers and jinns

never satiated, the beast within

he longs for the things he lost

but doesn’t remember losing them

the wolf’s howl, his baleful song

craving to be set free, the beast and the man

no one goes forth this eerie night upon the moor

for the beast haunts the way

the way to a young man’s unfulfilled heart.

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