I heard the werewolf’s wanton call
Rebound across the tree lined plain,
And down the ruined palace hall
Where only crownless ghosts now reign.
And that lycanthrope’s curse would sprawl
Round oaks and elms in that domain,
Their echoes like a brooding pall
To summon royalty long slain.
Now shadows on the palace wall
Move like some subtle, awful stain
Across those floors out to the mall
The waiting ghosts to entertain.
And when the Moon’s pale silver light
Renews those shadows once again
Once more the dreadful Court of Night
Is summoned by the icy rain.
Grey werewolves come to howl and brawl,
Until the dawn they will remain
The very stars to so appall
Until the evil shadows wane.
Now each night pallid ghosts install
In their great court so overgrown,
With fanfare and a ghostly ball
A new king on their crumbled throne.
I heard the werewolf’s wanton call
Rebound across the tree lined plain,
And down the ruined palace hall
Where only crownless ghosts now reign.
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Submission Name: A Crumbled Throne
