The Lone Wolf Howled

The trees marked midnight
The moon had a dull ache
The wolf wandered
The pack never noticed

On a path to hidden woods
The wolf slowly travelled
Free and afraid
The smell of blood
Dangled before its nose

Sorrow in the air
Drew a soulful howl from him
He’d been here before

His bones ached with loss
His hunger grew strong
From his gut emerged a shapely, pale ghost

It morphed into a man
A siren
A long-haired banshee
A monster

He sprung forward with an instinctual rush
And swallowed the phantom whole

With a beast in his belly,
The wolf continued
To the darker corners of the forest
His only company,
The spirits he kept within

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