This week's Poetry Bus theme is "meetings, bloody meetings." Poetry Bus, meet the dark and brooding poet Lemuel Crouse. Somewhere early on in this process there was an idea of a chance meeting by the light of the moon...yeah, no, didn't work out so well. Anyway, this is what you get. Enjoy (or vote me off the island, er, bus ;-)!
Because I Must (Blood Moon)
By Lemuel Crouse
Hard frost, All Hallows' Eve is drawing nigh;
And leaves, new-fallen, carpet shadowed ways.
The ink well night, my cloak from prying eyes--
Pray, would you now reveal me to their gaze?
I howl at you, my love, because I must;
The wolves howl with me, sensing I am kin.
Behind stout doors the mortals sleep--or rust--
Tight-locked, believing all is safe within.
Obsessed (repressed?), the younger ones go Goth,
As if your glow they first had entertained:
They first to know the primal hunter's wroth,
They first to revel in the wolf's refrain.
As doe-eyed Twilight fangirls squee and swoon,
My thoughts despair of all save you, Blood Moon.
The Poetry Bus is hosted this week by Argent, who gave us the wonderful prompt! To read more (you won't be sorry!), click here.