"Even a man who is pure in heart And says his prayers at night May become a wolf when the wolf-bane blooms And the autumn moon is bright."

 


moon phases
 

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 An explanation and description of the lycanthropic condition.

    Were you born under a bad moon rising?  Enter your birthdate in the calculator on this website and learn some interesting things about yourself, including the phase of moon you were born under.  (My Life number is 7....pretty scary accurate description of me too!)

 

 

I've heard this poem given many different meanings, IMO...there is only one true meaning.....you decide....is it a madman?  A hallucination?  Or is it....?

"The Trap"

The first night that the monster lurched
Out of the forest on all fours
He saw its shadow in his dream
Circle the house, as though it searched
For one it loved or hated. Claws
On gravel and a rabbit's scream
ripped the fabric of his dream.

Waking between dark and dawn
And sodden sheets.  His reason quelled
The shadow and the nightmare sound.
The second night it crossed the lawn
A brute voice in the darkness yelled.
He struggled up, woke raving, found
His wallflowers trampled to the ground.

When rook wings beckoned the shadows back
He took his rifle down, and stood
All night against the leaded glass.
The moon ticked round.  He saw the black
Elm-skeletons in the doomsday wood.
The sailing and the failing stars
And red coals dropping between bars.

The third night such a putrid breath
Fouled, flared his nostrils, that he turned,
Turned, but could not lift, his head.
A coverlet as thick as death
Oppressed him: he crawled out: discerned
Across the door his watchdog, dead.
"Build a trap," the neighbors said.

All that day he built his trap
With metal jaws and a spring as thick
As the neck of a man.  One touch
Triggered the hanging teeth: jump, snap,
And lightning guillotined the stick
Thrust in its throat.  With gun and torch
He set his engine in the porch.

The forth night in their beds appalled
His neighbors heard the hunting roar
Mount, mount to an exultant shriek.
At daybreak timidly they called
His name, climbed through the splintered door
And found him sprawling in the wreck,
Naked...with a severed neck.

~ Jon Stallworthy

 

 blackwere
You are a Black Talon, a breed of black werewolf
that is usually seen in a pack or 2 or more,
they have a muscular frame and are the largest
breed of werewolf. You are normally quiet but
if provoked will be tempted to bite rather than
bark. You prefer the darkness and seclusion of
your den but will venture outside oftern...

Which Breed Of Werewolf Are You?
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My wolf is Amaris Lowell.
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