Lycanthrope

Possessed by the
Devil’s red beard
He eases into dark
Virgin woods
Dematerializing in shadow
Losing himself
Amongst ivy laced
Canopy pillars
Spider ferns and
Emerald moss

A ghost in the mist
This forest has not
Welcome
For hundreds of years

Here foot falls
Silent
Senses sharpen
Until sound
Overruns the nostrils
Scents are seen and
Heartbeats echo
Across canyons
Time and legend

Vox Humana
A dead tongue
Scattering life
Rattling leaves
And forever lost
On the glaring canines
Of this beastly
Transformation