Poem 2 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale:

Full Asking Price
by Michael Doyle

I know so little of what to believe
As I sit here and quietly grieve
We talk of counted blessings
But most of these only leave us guessing

Lives lived in their futility
Struck deep within our humanity
A soul chooses to die rather than go on
There in all those tales of once upon

Unspeakable are the terms of our undoing
Where the ghost of night meets the maiden's wooing
Love cuts deep when know we have to let it go
Laments the still voices from within the shadow

There in the hunting of things we fear
Is the small chance that hope might reappear
True love will give its all in its sacrifice
This then is truth's full asking price

Comfort is offered in the sheltering arms of love
Kept secrets only whispered to God above
Our sorrows sopped in our misery's daily bread
Until that final day that we all know is coming and dread

(c) July 3, 2020  Michael Doyle
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