I have a problem
A curse, if you will
Its become more than irksome
Can’t do much except stay still
Motionless, I wait
For the poison to go
It produces sadness and hate
My mind paces to a slow
Yet I can’t show weakness
Once the moonlight strikes my face
Out comes this...curse
Everything disappears, time and space
I start to change into this beast
That the only thing it wants to do is feast,
I try to fight this curse
But it seams to only get worse,
Tear won’t let me escape
But they still leave my eyes
Darkness becomes an embrace
Colder than the night skies
This secret will die with me
In which case, I cannot stay
Never again, will I see
The light, only black and grey
I’ll throw away everything
Inside of mine
If it means getting rid
Of this illness, I’ll be fine
Doesn’t matter, it can’t get worse
I cant forget anything I’ve bitten
For this is my curse
...But it shall remain unwritten!
A contest entry
- The Howl Of Creativity Calls For You! by LadyOfFate.
450 points, ended May 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice poem but not werewolf tranformations are curses. just so ya know. lays down pulling ears back i'll talk ta ya more later
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Heyyy how are yew i havnt herd from yew in ages =]
Hows my favirate wolf doing...
LOLZ
xoxox
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an already created creature... you lose points for that, but you stuck with the idea so you gain for that. you forgot to say something about lollipops in your notes. thanks for entering
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