A Werelion Hunts Before Dawn
This is a poem I wrote several years back just in time for Halloween more or less. It was a seasonal sendoff to Theo’s lion form as I switched back to being a bear but the werelion like other werecreatures stays out there lurking at night so keep vigilant. Originally posted this November 1st 2022, missed October 31st by less than 10 minutes.
A Werelion Hunts Before Dawn
By: A.X. Bueno
It has decided it’s stalled for long enough
There isn’t much time left in this night before it’s seasonal power fades away
So it goes on one final outing while it’s still unbound by any of humanity’s figurative cuffs
Over 8 feet of transformed lion single mindedly hunts for unfortunate prey
With teeth glistening and a mane of black and white
That’s the last thing seen by those who catch a glimpse of those blue and green eyes
That final heart stopping sight
One might try to beg for mercy but that’s only met by a chuckle then a terrible growl that’s followed by demise
The inevitable result of being confronted by such a powerful creature of the night
And it’ll savor that slowly and continue with it’s feast and destruction before the strike of dawn
For that’s when it's time ends and the werelion vanishes though only for so long
You’ll know by the chill in the air that goes down your spine and the glow of eyes when it’s back
But by then you’ll also know you’ve been chosen to be merely one of it’s Halloween snacks
Though there’s a chance it may show up again before then
So keep your eyes peeled for the mane and eyes of the werelion my friends