Windows to His Soul

 

 

 

 

 

What I have just witnessed

Has left me in a daze

Quentin must stay away

During this lunar phase

 

The stunning beauty of a full moon

Now I curse its very existence

This transformation... man to werewolf

Deny him of any innocence

 

I could conjure up some vested courage

Enough to defy this hideous beast

But fearful he would rip my throat apart 

Anticipating a sumptuous feast

 

Quentin's eyes... luminous windows

Which possess no vengeance nor hate

Peering into his very soul

Tragically sealing our fate

 

The wails of a distant banshee

Pierce the silent solace of night

This premonition of our peril

Proof that my intuitions were right

 

 

 

L. A. Stone

Copyright  2000