By: Brianna Lee Hubler
Copyright © 2022 Brianna Lee Hubler. All rights reserved.
I pity those who cross my path When the moon insights my wrath I never plan to wound my friends I cannot say what the wolf intends Before sunset, I bar the exits The windows and the doors Before my spirit splits I lock myself indoors But the chains I fasten To my wrists and ankles, Nail to the wall and tighten, Crack when the moon cackles The wolf is the worst of me Through his eyes I cannot see Past the red haze of primal rage Senses heighten and instincts engage The wolf consumes the man The hybrid hungers, hunts For the flesh his fur outran Gore trails his violent stunts He cannot recognize the faces Of those he preys upon Until the man within replaces The wolf soon withdrawn When the moon drops I awake below the treetops Senseless death surrounds My guilt and grief abounds
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