The Macabre Evening by Deborah S Regan The Lycanthrope lurked at the mausoleum His mayhem yet to be Lupine lust to town unwonted Loomed in proximity The rite in revelry undaunted Satanic gleam in his eyes He was no friend of any man The world, his enemy, to take by surprise Murder! Madness! This dippy man Believes himself a wolf. 06/18/1997 Author's Note: It has good alliteration, doesn't it? Posted on 02/13/2004 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Maureen Glaude on 02/13/04 at 09:24 PM you like the "l's" for alliteration, like I do. I seem to use s's and l's for this mostly. This is almost a Hallowe'en poem, but very welcome. Lupine is great too. Well done. I've no idea what sparked it, but I can hear the wolf howls Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)