Savage Beast.


They call me,
Scarlet Soul.
During the,
open night,
frigid howl.

I hunt with,
silver fangs,
and vengeful eyes.
My shimmering heart,
belongs to,
the loyal moon,
in the luminescent sky.

Magic blood,
floods my,
mystic paws.
lone leader,
cruel hunter,
is what I am.

Sealed by,
an ancient curse.
wild fate,
yearning howl,
’til tragic dawn.

Still forest,
white frost.
scared creature,
I become,
beneath the golden glow,
of the ravenous sun.

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  1. Beautiful piece, the rhythm of it is almost electrifying.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Spooky and i love it!

    Have a great day!
    Arcane owl

    Liked by 1 person

  3. LOVE it!! I have writer’s envy right now 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Something unspoken, hidden behind a fantastic (both meanings) poem, written in a musical way. I love it!

    Liked by 1 person

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