Is life mapped out or is the waking day chaotic chance. It was chance saw misfortune fall round about him, a sad state of affairs, changing a life of innocence? A macabre event on fateful evening, chance rolled the dice and he found himself on the losing side of natural.
Mysteries of life hiding from human eyes. Had he known, a pleasant evenings walk to be the demise of his normal life at that very moment when the moon was high? Shining so bright, sensing the malaise afore witness to the savage confrontation. Now the moon weeps over ancient curse.
Chance no longer plays a part, the game has been played, fortune lost. Makes no difference his temperament before said evening. He now lives a life of meticulous change the purest of heart can’t stop. And while the full moon shines, the wolf bane will bloom and the wolfman cometh.
John is a Welsh Poet from the coastal city of Swansea in South Wales. His inspiration has come from many aspects of his life and the beauty of his local surroundings. He also likes to add a little imagination for good measure. You can read more of John’s work at The Mush from the Hill.