k0nek0

Bitten long ago,
A wound that will not heal,
A wound she will not show,
A wound she will for ever feel.
Wounds worst of them all
a wound that forces her
to answer the full moon call.
Changing shiny skin into soft fur,
She feels the pain of splitting skin,
the rage that bursts out from within.
The rage that courses through her veins
through which she channels all her pain.
And when she is turned
Her instincts rage free
She has learned
what it is to see.
The eyes of the dying
Filled with fear
on the ground, lying
because a werewolf is here
as the moon is no more.
She wakes alone in the wood
the reality shakes her core.
She lies naked where a monster stood.
She shudders at the thought;
She shudders at her deeds,
for it is death she brought.
And now all she needs is to
Control the anger, harness the rage
The ancient force, the curse of ages
So now he welcomes the rage within
This rage, once bidden, beneath her skin.


meOw
--Kitty

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