The Lycan Poem by George Klonarakis

George Klonarakis

George Klonarakis

Kitimat BC, Canada. But my blood is from Greece.

The Lycan



Sharpen your swords and powder your kegs,
When the Lycan screams out your name.
Lower your shutters and bolt your doors.
Your prayers are but in vain.

When the full moon crawls the cobwebbed sky.
And your scent is snatched by the wind.
Guard your soul with all of Gods might.
And shield your virtue from sin.

Monday, June 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wolf
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George Klonarakis

George Klonarakis

Kitimat BC, Canada. But my blood is from Greece.
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