Literature
01-24-2008, 09:03 PM
i was in a story topical tournament and my round 1 match topic was "The Werewolf"
here it is...
<div align="center">1947 - London
as the moon arises deep, my mother reads me a book about a wildish freak
fangs, super human-strength, & wolflike fur 'who is this violent creep?!'
she tells me its just mythology, and not to let it bother me
as she hums, her voice delivers a modest-sing as i fall into a silent sleep
next morning i awake my mind from dreams & gently creep to the kitchen
my mother tells me were goin into the town, a couple of ppl is missin
soon as we arrive, theres a church with preachers enlisted
the crowd gathers as leafs get to driftin, as they begun to speak
we seeked to just listened 'on this very street last night we saw somethin of fright
it was cannibalistic & vehement in such of a sight
the creature infected others when it rushed with a bite
it pervaded viciously & currupted their lives
than it leaped on top of this very own church, such as a fly
it hugged the 5-foot cross on the roof-edge, howled & jumped to the night'
in interruption, a wise man steps up to the cry
with an unshaved beard & his hat brush to the side as he simply prepares to puff on his pipe
our neighbor John Hennington steps up kindly to erupt him a lite
'i saw this so called creature --as he looks around for a breather--
he says 'since im surrounded by preachers
i can confess that im sure, if you go near this beast, infections or death'll occur
its freaky, tall, & emodies a flesh full of fur
and if you even drink the water out this animals footprint, fresh for a thirst?..
you'll inevitably receive an effectual-curse'
--hours & hours later into the meeting--
i clutch my mothers hand as the crowd progress to a burst
'well what is it, where did it come from?' 'who cares im goin to get my shotgun'
'when does it howl & bite?' 'honey lets go, grab the child & rice'
'were evacuating the town tonight, i tell you..were not gonna be next for the killin'
as a woman screamed 'who's gonna protect the nest full of children?!'
a lady with a newborn in her arms crept in the buildin
i lost the hand of my mother, in the fright of runnin
and news was a fullmoon tonight was comin
i looked for her, no site or nothin than i thought to my self i need a tool, knife or somethin
i ran back home, NOBODY was there...wheres that book!? i need insight to function
in background distance i hear the town screaming, it was fights & scrufflin
in the basement i found an old pistol it even shined when dusted
i clutched it with pride as the roundish full moon redundant the sky
i ran into the cold night with my profound knowledge, hoping that me & my mother collide
the touch i arrive i seen ppl gettin slained by beasts as i just rushed to the side, no where to hide
than i had to duck in behind, i felt a breath on my back i knew that it was somethin alive
it was <strike>the creature</strike>, but not a violent one...it mustard a cry as it looked up in my eyes
i knew it was something thrust in disguise, that i once loved in my time
i loaded a silver bullet & moist it with the touch of a cry
aimed at it steady with my eyes closed & kissed my mother goodbye
THE WEREWOLF</div>
here it is...
<div align="center">1947 - London
as the moon arises deep, my mother reads me a book about a wildish freak
fangs, super human-strength, & wolflike fur 'who is this violent creep?!'
she tells me its just mythology, and not to let it bother me
as she hums, her voice delivers a modest-sing as i fall into a silent sleep
next morning i awake my mind from dreams & gently creep to the kitchen
my mother tells me were goin into the town, a couple of ppl is missin
soon as we arrive, theres a church with preachers enlisted
the crowd gathers as leafs get to driftin, as they begun to speak
we seeked to just listened 'on this very street last night we saw somethin of fright
it was cannibalistic & vehement in such of a sight
the creature infected others when it rushed with a bite
it pervaded viciously & currupted their lives
than it leaped on top of this very own church, such as a fly
it hugged the 5-foot cross on the roof-edge, howled & jumped to the night'
in interruption, a wise man steps up to the cry
with an unshaved beard & his hat brush to the side as he simply prepares to puff on his pipe
our neighbor John Hennington steps up kindly to erupt him a lite
'i saw this so called creature --as he looks around for a breather--
he says 'since im surrounded by preachers
i can confess that im sure, if you go near this beast, infections or death'll occur
its freaky, tall, & emodies a flesh full of fur
and if you even drink the water out this animals footprint, fresh for a thirst?..
you'll inevitably receive an effectual-curse'
--hours & hours later into the meeting--
i clutch my mothers hand as the crowd progress to a burst
'well what is it, where did it come from?' 'who cares im goin to get my shotgun'
'when does it howl & bite?' 'honey lets go, grab the child & rice'
'were evacuating the town tonight, i tell you..were not gonna be next for the killin'
as a woman screamed 'who's gonna protect the nest full of children?!'
a lady with a newborn in her arms crept in the buildin
i lost the hand of my mother, in the fright of runnin
and news was a fullmoon tonight was comin
i looked for her, no site or nothin than i thought to my self i need a tool, knife or somethin
i ran back home, NOBODY was there...wheres that book!? i need insight to function
in background distance i hear the town screaming, it was fights & scrufflin
in the basement i found an old pistol it even shined when dusted
i clutched it with pride as the roundish full moon redundant the sky
i ran into the cold night with my profound knowledge, hoping that me & my mother collide
the touch i arrive i seen ppl gettin slained by beasts as i just rushed to the side, no where to hide
than i had to duck in behind, i felt a breath on my back i knew that it was somethin alive
it was <strike>the creature</strike>, but not a violent one...it mustard a cry as it looked up in my eyes
i knew it was something thrust in disguise, that i once loved in my time
i loaded a silver bullet & moist it with the touch of a cry
aimed at it steady with my eyes closed & kissed my mother goodbye
THE WEREWOLF</div>