Werewolf in the Alley

by Jack Nightengale   Aug 9, 2014


Warning: this poem consist of gruesome content. Not made for the weak of heart. This poem is in the form of Terror Core(3x5x6).

Cool day with a summer breeze,
Nice long walk with a cigarette to put my mind at ease,
A walk through the park and picnic by the trees.

Night begins to fall as I'm walking through the city,
Dark clouds roll in as the weather starts getting shifty,
Wind rushes in with a cold chill getting drifty.
I come across an alley where screams can be heard,
The fear in my body sent rolling down my leg a turd.

I travel down in hope that I can make it just in time,
The killer still standing drinking the blood like coke and lime,
Organs were taken out before the killer ran off at the clock towers chime.
A werewolf in the alley leaving behind a bloody mess,
A tactical kill like a game of chess,
The face was dismembered and the body was shreds, I was left speechless if I must confess.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Hi jack, i gotta say this is freakin awesome I wish I could nominate it, the imagery and projection of emotions is crisp amd you word choice amd format is on point!

    I've been creeping about your older poems and I love your in depth style of writing.

    Awesome job

    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by X Harlea X

    I was cold before I read this, so naturally I had cold chills, after reading this though? Shivers going up and down my spine.

    I like how you started off explaining how the day was in the very first sentence. It isn't something you'd really expect coming out of a dark poem, it's different.

    I wouldn't be able to follow the importance of the format being the way it is if you hadn't broke it down for me. I do like this new genre of yours, can't wait to read more.

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