Category Archives: Eclipse

Another morning of waking up with that dawning feeling you did something last night you now regret. (Thanks for the invite, Mike.)

No Body Likes A Lycanthrope.

What’s a poor werewolf to do
When his world and the moon turns blue?
As in this mind the lunacy surges
And the brain is beset by unsavoury urges?

I can’t help but prowl the night
And hope my bark’s worse than my bite,
But to my nature I’ve been true
And clearly bitten off more than I can chew.

This rare blood moon has ramped up my compulsion
And ‘neath its light I’m filled with revulsion,
When it comes to regrets, as Sinatra said, I have a few,
Its an issue, like this leg tissue, I’m working through

If I’m ever caught I’ll be Wormwoods bound
Or perhaps, more humanly, the Battersea pound?
My beastly hair-raising episodes I do deeply rue
So I’m keep ’em tightly leashed for a week -or two.

A shadow falls over the land.

Shrinking From The Light.

Don stood out in the noonday sun
On the occasion of the lunar eclipse,
As the darkness fell on our chosen one
It felt like a foretaste of the Apocalypse.

Dark glasses at his side, up he gazed,
In those dark eyes how the power shines,
In the suns red reflection how his eyes blazed;
Was I alone in feeling a coiling of the intestines?

Standing bathed in an eerie light
His thoughts take on a darker vein,
Since Don sees it all in black and white
What bright thoughts dance in that grey brain?