The Werewolf's Lament
The moon hangs low in the sky, a ghostly white glow engulfing the sky encircling it.
Translucent-amber eyes steadily observe the near-full orb, weighed down with trepidation. Cold, arctic zephyrs gently brush the sun-kissed skin upon my face and body, reddening it a rosy-flush. The swinging couch placed on the porch swings back-and-forth with a gentle push of my left foot. The horizon emblazons with the colours of November; red, yellow, brown and orange blanket the trees in this beautifully painted regalia of colour.
On this tranquil, late autumn night I am not alone.
I am never alone.
This thing swells inside my bosom, trapped in the cage of my ribs, and it stays, day-in and day-out, growing inevitably until it breaks free every twenty-nine days in a brutal outburst of lunacy.
For this reason, the canescent orb in the firmament terrifies me.
It controls me, like the tides. I am a lycanthrope and with this celestial body I am played like a marionette. I can't control myself, because my life is in its command.
Knowingly, you're the reason why I keep going. You are the reason why I don't give into the monster that I am the host to. You are...I need you.
My heartless want is... you.
I need you to help me through this, to aid me during my nightmare. I want you, but I don't want to put you through this. This welter I call life, this infection that feeds off it, it's trying to ensnare you and I'm scared that someday you'll be trapped with me.
So forgive me, for needing you. I don't want to hurt you... I never wanted to do this to you. All I wanted was to be with you, but not like this, certainly not like this.
And I do need you. I need what you do for me. I couldn't live without you.
You calm my fears. You nurse this disease. You pick up the shattered pieces left behind by its opprobrious actions. You lift the weight from my shoulders, and give me motive to face the moon and take it all on my chin.
I need you so badly.
Sitting with you tonight, accompanied by the monster, is all I could ever ask for. I just need you here, next to me.
I need to see your smiling face, your smouldering gray eyes, your raven hair, your charming attitude... I need to see you.
I take your hand in mine, resting my head against your shoulder and let the relaxing motion of the swing still my breathing.
I could sit next to you like this for eternity, staring at the cause of my demise, and never fear it like I do alone.
Without you...
Surely I would die.