Burnt within his heart's agony Forsaken by the moon Bestowed by her eternal curse He couldn't breathe He's drowning in fear The innocent he'd slayed These dreams only made it worse
His prose structured constellations Aligning to his onus Reliance to the innocence that still resides Wondering why the stars denied him The hopes he had, diminished in an instant
"Why me!!?" He growled with remorse He didn't want this He became what he hated He became the vital source of hatred
His only solace was the sun He once relented the only source- That gave him light Light of hope that never runs out
Staring at that silver spear He picked it up, smiling *And ended his life
Ever since i was kid. I was so fascinated by werewolves. Would go to the library just to read about them. I would imagine myself being one biting my dad's arms. Waiting till midnight, and i would go "Awoooooooooooo!!" Simply i just love them. And i wrote a werewolves's perspective being one. How he hated himself. Dedicated to this year's Halloween:) Happy Halloween everyone!:D