Me, and the moon
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then *****
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"

by Jemia