Chronus held tight grains of times falling sands
A river of tears running through destiny
As a slither of silver penetrates Lycan
and true loves pain becomes a reality.
For what is love, if not the sacrifice?
If not the promises made in dawns mist
as Zeus took blade and through true loves soul sliced
one becoming two, a half always missed.
And now, here, this lifes cruel intentions
Man, transforms to beast, primal, canibal
self lost in lunars kiss, human rejection
as she pauses, shoots, kills, her lover falls.
Twinflame tragedy, two hearts sieze to beat
But the ferryman only has one seat.

Karen Hayward ©
#sonnet #poetry #poetslineprompts #werewolf #lycan

Published by


Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s