"lycan" poems
wraith of white
you wander wild
the hinterland
Valkyrie's child
your breath pants mist
in icy caves
you have made
10, 000 graves
your image is
in winter skies
its crystal glitters
in your eyes
loping through
the cold chill wood
its secrets you
have understood
born to lead
long of fang
through the glaciers
your voice rang
lonely in your Lycan heart
you made the ****
your kindest art
wolf of legend
wolf of lore
you'll reign untamed
forevermore
soulsurvivor
(C) 2/16/2014
Rewritten 6/12/2015
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
We know you, and your little dark colors too. A picture book in your purse penned in mustaches on the full faces of your fare. We call you from bed, 8 o' clock in the morning, dog-light you slow wander the Peruvian darkness making jellyfish tentacles with your hands while you feel your way through Salem. We're colder than night and we wake thrice the bits of your day gig. You collapse in a green field of dandelion where thrushes drown you in Brown. We gorge ourselves on mango slivers, pineapple yolks, a half of grapefruit. We know you are close to your end.
On the tops of the cities you call to your lycan friends, the half-sick and muted bray allures them to you, from Bratislava and Mimon, the thoroughfare through the suq. We wait. The foregone untold, the beep beep jug jug swoop sound of the nightingale, in all her dun glory, we wait. Then, as if descending through the moor-lounging silver smoke, the cool stickiness to your fingertips; the fog.
We are there when the blue-less and smoky screen surrounds you, when you shank the auburn Scot hair of the sly fox that stalks, say, a cigarette from your lips. When you take the corners swiftly, gadding the streets. The prize king of vulpicide. You rub its matte fur against your bristly gray beard. And while you lay in your lumps of twelve carat flesh you bleat and you nag. One day you will never come home.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Like some goofy lisp.
Like left over from Surrey to Essex.
Lycan, Omish, with some Roudy Rawdy Piper.
Like a WWE event, no ropes in the ring and a whole
bunch of cheerios.
It sounded like chweer wee ohs.
I got England to laugh out loud.
We were all laying on the floor hoping
fuhat bassthard would gooh on a diet.
Like Van Gogh and his buddy whats his...
knuck knuck. Painting pictures of Marshall
Islanders for a vote or veto. Paul Goin and Vincent
Van Gogh sharing a lisp.
Sthounds like..... Ah gawd!
Shut up you sobbing limp noodle.
Try writing something we all can laugh at.
Humor me Socrates with Albert Einstein.
E equals MC squared.
One part energy, a mass constantly squared.
Cheerio old chaps.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Running and howling in pain
His fate was suppressed with stains
Of sins he enslaved. His onus relegated
truth of everything he's denied.
Now pleading for his life
He wants to be human again
"O beautiful moon that bestowed
this curse on me, I've deigned to your
eminence. I'll do anything,
So please set me free!!!"
*Blood stains his clothes when the
transformation goes. Fever rises and
he’s left alone at dawn drenched in blood
and his transformation pain. While his
body aches as he left with shivers and shakes.
Bitten in the woods he’s been ****** by
the werewolf’s curse. He feels it
course through his veins in the middle of
the day. No prayer can make this curse go
away. Craving blood like never before he
ties himself up in shackles on his porcelain
bed room floor. Howling to the moon in the
dead of night. He breaks his chains from the
walls and looks at his claws as they cut through
the remaining clothes on his wolf body. Breaking
out free from his bedroom window making his
way down from the tree and off to the woods
where he can run wild and free. Hunting down
his prey and watching the blood drop from the
silver grey fur he finds another wolf like him near
the river stream. He runs over to ask him what
has happened to me. He howls to the moon while
saying you’ve got the gift to be forever free and
you'll never be the same again. You'll remain half
wolf and half human like me*.
Flabbergasted and petrified, this was not
what he had in mind. He wants to be human.
He wants to be free. The tears of innocence still
crying and screaming within "O brother of Lycans.
This curse that our gleaming mother has bestowed
upon us. This is a gift even the Lamias are in envy.
Feel the wrath and power O brother. Together, we
shall upraise the Lycan race!!"
*His eyes grew bigger his claws grew longer.
He had to leave his old life behind. Family
and friends , college and work. All his dreams
suddenly came crashing down in just one day.
They soon turned to ashes of black and grey.
Time to cope with the life of the wild.
Time to leave beauty and become the beast.*
***No more tears of innocence he said. Just blood spilling
and hunting for the ****
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I am fluent in
the tongues of
my lost willow language.
No one can remember
what patience has done
to my
forbidden
filthy
tongue.
So let me be your kindred scribe,
let me endure the ******* eternal wrath of taming a demon such as the one that runs like the Volga river in your honeysuckle veins,
I'll die trying,---
for you.
“Ahkira, I'll set this mirror up for you--"
"Lycan, it'll skew my beauty."
Quote on quote you howled the December
lyrics & spun my name in the elements of the atmosphere &
Aurora borealis.
"I promised, didn't I?"
Etching your voice in the hollow
drums I call my
mind & skai.
It's always been there.
Eyes catching the coals of
Jupiter,
foam and lust
driving your
shadow-bitten sanity.
Hostile under the wax of the moon,
burning like matches you stumble
in my constellation.
***"i spy
lovely sleeves of poetry
raindrops slipping into weeping veins
lungs of january
& silver bucket eyes."***
You tattooed this on your arm,
Lycan.
***“It’s the moon that pulls our waters,
distance doesn’t count.”***
I tattooed this on mine.
Arching up the sky ladder
I'll climb it to show you
I'm worthy.
.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
There is a wolf on my rooftop
I hear his paws pattering
There is a wolf on my rooftop
I am afraid to to leave my home
There is a wolf on my rooftop
My home in it I stay
The wolf on my rooftop
It howls my name
The wolf it howls from my roof
Of this wolf I am afraid
This devlish lycan
I am afraid of the wolf
The wolf want to devour
My soul and life
Devour me the wolf wants to
Yet I will not allow
The wolf to prevail
Allow the wolf I cannot
Because I am the wolf
On my rooftop
The wolf on the roof is me
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
A double entendre,
Two ladies of the night, killed on the Sabbath day, 30/08/1888,
Was an unlucky day for lady Liz,
A drinking wild cat
'Long Liz Stride',
Was the first lady of two to meet her end on this most vile night!
Five feet five, when was alive,
Had grey eyes and a curly mop,
Her vicious murderer did not stop,
Her throat was gouged, ripped and torn,
Maybe was a lycan,
I can only say,
I doubt that very much,
Murderer went on ***** harvest,
Took a kidney,
****** removed,
For 'tis said that her murderer may have got disturbed,
Murdered by Nemesis of such depraved neglect,
Never seen to show regret,
Teased and tormented Scotland Yard,
Long Liz was apparently dishonest in soul it seems,
Swedish by descent, not really very decent,
Tried to con her Swedish Church to get finance from a fib,
Poor Liz, had no understanding of what the bible said,
Sad lady Liz,
Well,did end up dead!
Some said was a dark man, dressed in class attire,
Others said he didn't care!
_____________________________________________________________________
Next Part to Follow!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
new from sat 24th april back to Sandman
into a Lycan,a Viking-a Bearsark warrior beast,
to rip the hearts from my enemies and then just feast,
run through the forest with the rest of my pack,
Howling at the moon,rolling on the snow on my back(pack,back,Pack,in the back,pack in the back ..gradually louder then quiet)...
but in the back of the red mist was a small voice,
at first I ignored this little pup by choice,
but he nipped at my hindbrain pulled on my tail,
until I listened to his reason WE CAME FOR THE FEMALE
Suddenly the bloodlust left with a bang,
no longer a Beast I felt less than a Man,
the scene before my eyes is hard to put to words,
I was blood drenched the dismembered pieces of the herd(no! GANG-you're a man)I had just been among,
lay around the damp dungeon from whence they had come
even the most hardened warrior would have flinched at the sight
of the remains,the brains,the silent ones who didn't fight,
but one body was missing from the pile of the dead,
one beautiful corpse white afflicted already dead
***** with an itch had escaped by a trap door,
now my destiny is War,and it was trapped in the floor
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
He comes to me, shrouded in darkness, in the dead of night.
Blue eyes, glowing, waiting
For his prey, I, lay dormant.
He pounces,
Lycan teeth gnashing, tearing at my heart.
I feel a sense of belonging, and at the same time...ruin.
A monster I've come to love.
I wake...
Alone, with no wolf...no love.
I remain at his mercy, and yet he isn't even there.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
...Open your eyes, to me.
I want to spiral, around you,
beyond the dark, infinite wall.
I want to transcend, your physical;
to lure you on, and away
into a purple field, of Freyja's daisies
with nimble, metaphysical fingers--
beckoning beyond,
the starry curtain,
of crystalline dreams.
Will you let my arms,
circle your Roman neck,
like verdant vines
and pull you further, in?
Can you feel my smile,
sun the slant,
of your beloved cheek,
and can you photosynthesize
into new life, with me
even as you re-seed, in darkness?
I want to whisper,
sweet words:
devotion, and desire
into the well, of your ear...
until they roar, and pound
with the sacred force,
of white rapids...
swollen to riptides,
in the conch shell,
of your churning mind.
I want to weave, around your flesh
and speak, a love spell
into your shifting, Lycan eyes.
An incantation, that plays,
with the blue ghost, of your flame,
and ignites, the candle of your soul,
on its breathy sighs...
...melodic tones.
There is no heart,
quite like yours.
It pulses, beneath my hand,
like drums, of war.
Gladiator...
take me, to your Colosseum.
I want to wander
the upper echelon,
of its throbbing chambers.
I want to feel you ache, for me
in your left ventricle...
soft, warm flesh,
perfectly preserved, in golden amber.
I want to gaze,
into the blinding sun,
until my eyes, tear...
closer to heaven,
than ever I've been.
Darling, what do you see,
when you look at me?
Salvation,
or ruin?
Vikingr longships...
or Valhalla...?
I pray...that one day...
you will take my soft hand,
into the Titan strength, of yours,
and not perceive it,
as an instrument
in the ruin, and wreckage, of you.
I ardently pray, that, one day...
you'll come, to bathe
in the Baltic blue, of my eyes...
and never fear, again,
that they could drown you.
...Let me take you...home.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Like hair, or worldly for hoary, the wisest fame. Desolate like chocolate in horse manes. Like the banister to the Lycan prince, were to wolves and chocolate incense. Like, bubble baths, with a line of babies to bathe. Like waterfalls by angels made. Like in the hands of a journey to begin, finding only to love a word again. Like following a lover to her sins, like falling off a bridge so she can catch the words that forgive. Like petting a bunny as it runs to a pen. Like fitting in to the genes she cant fit in. Like roe buck or fallow dear. Like an old rhapsody made out of angel wings. Like fresh new socks made for women. Like shoe strings, fat ones 'in'. Like totally gum. In your hair, in your stare, in your hand, in your man.
gum
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
**Let me bite off a guarded piece of your soul as payment
And I'll etch it's life into my song for you
I'll throw back my head and sing about your sorrows
Everything you've ever wanted
That never came true.**
~Lycan
*Veins are liars
Fallen moonlight conspires
And you're breaching the fires--
With lungs full of wires
Swapping pulses with swamp skin
And we have learned to fall in----*
~Ahkira
"I want you to go listen to her sing and tell me who you think she's singing about."
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Could it be, that angels can be demons too?
Who can say for certain what these demons do?
I can say for certain that she is surely demonic...
Aye thus you too might even say I'm moronic...
I mean, come on, a wolf and a demon... in love?
Call me crazy, all of you and stars above..
But know this... she may be a demon. And me of lycan
But our love burns deeper and hotter than greased lightning.
And remember now.... I love demons....
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
(The Dragon Prince and LycanTheThrope collab)
**Tongues have inspired the fallen notes
Halls left upon lowly senses**
*Fingers whisper a shining guide
Six lights to smolder
One time to count*
**Burn it beneath glory wells
Mortal souls shun the flesh**
*Withering silver decays among the divinity
Shrieking our innocence at the walls*
**Choirs of dark fair wounds slice behind our hearts
Speak west, until restful skies eye bare stars**
*Forgotten dreams grew so white
Smoke burns declaring unnumbered lingers sinning*
**Break me a new spine against the wildest demons
Eternal losses slain within black wounds**
Holy water and treacherous sympathy mold along the oak
Tell me I didn't overdose on gold and rusty wires
~Lycan
~The Dragon Prince
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I'll put it together
like a club to a heart
or a ***** to a diamond
Like 52
I'm rare on earth,
in the universe
I'm a giant.
Like platinum
Im shinin'
cause I comprehend
science.
So ninja just jump back cause I sleep with
lions.
There is only one like highlander
On my own
lycan islander.
Bleeding through paper
like a *****
err..
She's sounding like a siren.
When she sleep I sit in silence.
Picture that
Her face is priceless.
like kodak
Timmy boy liked this
9 hours ago
I was @
the sto'
96 ounces for 5 bucks?
scientist is out
the do'
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
*Your eyes shift like
clockwork forcing
December into
it's rightful rank.
Frostbite bursting
from jaws of
Sagittarius, iron
staining your
crow -feathered
muzzle. I
plucked Sirius
off the face of the
sinking sky while
weaving his
starlit fangs into
steal wolf teeth
for replacements.
You swallowed
an oath of loyalty
for alunakira
so I will build
and reach into
that heart of
vintage glass,
drag the dog of
war from the
sunset stomach
you own~
and do as Lupus
told me too.
I will construct
symphonies of
tiger -lily
dusks & dawns
to raise the
dead poetry in
basilisk heart.
Lycan, I'll
withdraw the
ashes of
Avalaone just
to get the
Gears working
again in your
a u b u r n
e y e s*
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Ghosts
The ghosts float about
sometimes above my head
sometimes in my chest
they wrap themselves
Oh to be lycan
I saw a wolf in the northwest covered with snow
blue eyes looking right through me
as if to say wake up you stupid human
stuck in the mud
float in snow my man!
I feel the heat on my inner thighs
creeping upward tickling enticing
as if the summer is trying to peak its head
through cold winter soil
the shiny black snake coils
around my ankles
squeezes telling me to be not afraid
of the primordial divine impulse
to take my earthiness and embrace it
bring it to the heavens where it belongs
with my spirit.
The Woman
The long thin silk scarf around her neck
***** and flies off her left shoulder
like angel wings in the wind
caresses my cheek and neck
wants me within her feminine self.
Ah! what sweetness to behold!
her soft skin gentlizes me
takes my hairy clunky body
lifts it into my dreams
into her moistness.
Awake
And now I am awake
to spring in its irrepressible green
daffodils at the base of the pear tree
direct my eyes from earth to sky
like an organic gothic arch
long puffy clouds stand still
against the bright azure sky
heaven on earth.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
I hated this
I didn't want to hurt you
But you wouldn't stop
"Stop, please wait. I just want to talk." I called out to you
You turned your head to look back at me
"Why should I?"
I wanted to scream it to the stars
Because I love you.
I just lowered my gaze
"We need to talk."
"I don't want you to hurt me." Your voice was barely above a whisper
Neither do I.
I took a step closer
But you retaliated in fear
"Stop now Lycan! I can't do this." You yelled
It stung
"Careful, you're treading on ice" I lowered my voice to a growl
"You wouldn't do anything. I know you. You're predictable"
Plunge the knife into my back an twist
"I'm anything but." I couldn't cage this anger.
You laughed, in a sad sorrowful way, but it was colder than anything I've ever encountered.
"You're just waiting to be tamed, right?"
Snap, snap
I looked straight into your eyes, which were now bursting with the reflected gold of my own.
"Run." I whispered. Only seconds where left.
"Why?" You didn't understand.
"Run for your life, Rin." I was struggling now
Fear dawned on you. You turned tail and ran.
"The ice just broke." I whispered to myself
Before beginning the chase.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Two lonely figures stand on the way
On is hunched in agression
The other lowered in fear
If you strain to hear
You could just make out the metal ringing
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Little feathered beast, come settle down to sleep.
Latticing branches will take you far from here.
Learn 'til naught's left for the cerebral to reap.
Seek divinity of shadow, gain Nox's ear
Noxious curiosity, potent and deep.
Darling, elfin wolf: your song they long to hear.
Those silly creatures, they pry and they ****
Your beauty transcending your cries, to them odd.
A century 'mongst saplings -same of blood, not time.
Children of the night, curious and divine
Sought the mystique wielding both reason and rhyme.
Memories of Eden, on seraph you dine.
Romani wisdom you reverently mime.
Morn their gyve and sharpen your tine.
Lithe lycan, shadows claim, demure your sole crime
'Surely something as so must be stitched or sewn.
Such a thing mustn't be of nature's own.'
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Her skin catches Twilight
Following granite constellations
Brewing cheap gold with royal bones
Admiring Gravity,
As he names loyalty a mistake
Inhale these guilty match strikes
And double the clashing of crows
Defiance sets the sun
Leaning destined liars savage
Immortality may be heartless,
But is her shadow is quite becoming
Tide stays with my soul
Pulling its ruby grooves to the branded moon
Legends belong with the Reaper’s pawns
Smoking oblivion into winter
Sadistic skylines
Greeting sickness,
With hostile charity.
Deprive betrayal their reason
Gems don’t shine in focus
Hollow depths,
As brittle as her throat
Coaxing words from her ghost lips
Searching for a sign of life
The water lines on nails
Winter flakes carry twisted; Single
Drenched in blood and ivory
I see fear, flashing in her shallow wolven eyes.
~Lycan
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Here comes my lycan
His paws as if scuplted for my cheeks
His blue eyes boring into me
His snout as calm as a stream
His howl always heard by the moon.
Here comes my mermaid
Her scales shimmering in the sun
Her hair envied by many
Her webbed fingers aligning with mine
Her voice as soothing as the sea.
Here comes my sphinx
Her golden feathers lifted gracefully
The mother of all knowledge
Bound to be consumed by her own flames
Yet, a century she breathes.
Here comes my centuar
His other half as strong as Zeus' bolt
His human half appeals to my eyes
The four footed fellow
A creation of gods.
Here comes me
Made in the image
of the creator I feel but can't see
Admiring the mythicals I never beheld,
Only left with the tell-tales of Greece.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
wraith of white
you wander wild
the hinterland
Valkyrie's child
your breath pants mist
in icy caves
you have made
10, 000 graves
your image is
in winter skies
its crystal glitters
in your eyes
loping through
the cold chill wood
its secrets you
have understood
born to lead
long of fang
through the glaciers
your voice rang
lonely in your Lycan heart
you made the ****
your kindest art
wolf of legend
wolf of lore
you'll reign untamed
forevermore
soulsurvivor
(C) 2/16/2014
Rewritten 6/12/2015
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
A new dawn begins,
When a knife slits you're throat.
Or an arrow pierces your back.
As Lycan,
You survive.
Healing in short bursts.
To take it out on the enemy,
The traitor tonight.
A new age begins,
The journey sevenfold.
When the pack unites.
Under the White Moon.
As Lycan,
Or Vampirith.
You will live.
In the shadows of man,
Who forever hunts.
You're dying kin.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Hollow words **** Eat the egg by the pound
Now the garish middle trees are supporting falling off the ridge
Dare we go on with this dredge
Like a lightbulb a canon filches the purse
Byron you wrote you write
Every substantiatable corn
Harp harp on the nails digging into the digable ground
Not like the pillow filled with clouds is the
Syringe tinted
Immobile tank last windows breath sank
Lycan depose
Merry hard rot and decompose
Songs of worth and old
Diametrically opposite to the
World on its toes
Blalala let the intern take his copy of its book to the marlin fishing grounds where the floodbanks roar over the waters and the tree leaves sank into the gravel patterns brave little capitol letters
Hee hah hee hah
Tripe and tripe on the wheels of Atlantis
You’re exposed! Naw
Thought and thoughted that the world was a cup
Believe a word and your life could be ruined
Believed their words now my life is ruined
Have I now peddled the unmistakable
And I ask, “But can truth be sold?”
While a million others stole by
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC