The Werewolves By Wilfred Campbell

The Werewolves By Wilfred Campbell They hasten, still they hasten, From the even to the dawn; And their tired eyes gleam and glisten Under north skies white and wan. Each panter in the darkness Is a demon-haunted soul, The shadowy, phantom werewolves, Who circle round the Pole. Their tongues are crimson flaming, Their haunted blue […]