The Wolf

Under the light
Of the full moon
Trying desperately to fight
The upcoming change
Eyes once green become glowing gold
The painful results
Of the curse of old
Nails rip through skin
Teeth sharpen and descend
A scream becomes a howl
Bones begin to bend
The process is slow
Pain pulses and ripples
A fight to remain
And body trembles
Mind teetering
Between here and there
The battle is lost, the hunt begins
No one to spare
All fall victim of the wolf within

Poem by jadedhavok

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