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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Werewolf

Greg Weeks produced the following for
http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/33730/pg33730.html

Lycanthropus, by C. EDGAR BOLEN

The jellied night has oozed its miry black
From out the hills to fill the valley floor.
Atop the ragged hills the torn cloud-wrack
Is lightning-limned into a hellish door.
A gust of wind across the sky is hurled—
The gods of old are loosed upon the world.

Age-old, the blood-lust wells within my throat;
Tensely I wait, and feel my body shrink;
My hairless hide becomes a furry coat.
Blood-hungry, through the opened door I slink;
I raise my head and howl in horrid glee—
And from the plain a howl comes back to me.



According to the TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: This etext was produced from Weird Tales August-September 1936.