The Lunar Curse

When the moon rises

Full,

My enemy,

I feel the howl rise inside of me,

In my heart,

Unstoppable,

And it tears me apart.

The howl escapes,

A single call

Quavering in the frosty air.

The moon has conquered me.

Again.

Like it has every full moon.

Man or beast?

I am each.

The dreaded werewolf.

Where is the wolf?

Inside of me

Except on the nights

The moon takes control of me.

When I become the beast

And humanity flees,

I am caught in the throes of ceaseless agony:

A curse that will never be lifted from me.