Werewolf Poem #01
I don't know why I didn't do this before
Literature (C) me, James Montana
7:00PM
6/24/2013
Throughout the generations my family kept it's tradition
They pick the youngest son to sacrifice a soul
I am damned to eternity for the night of every fool moon
As I am afflicted by the curse my body takes it's toll
A man I am no more as I am lost to lycanthropic rage
It is not safe for me to be with humans
But only walk by the protection of day
My intentions are not meant to be harmful
I wouldn't hurt a thing
When I see myself by nightfall
I endure the sting
I am an abomination unlike any other
The hatred for myself is strong
I wonder if a solution will ever be discovered
No, maybe I'm wrong