A/N.. this is a one-time poem. hope yall like it
Ode to the Lonely
He stands alone, taunted, ridiculed, out casted by all.
For just a few nights a year, a monster, the rest a friend
How can someone so gentle, be such a horrid being you ask?
That's easy. Choices. He made a wrong choice many decades ago which he now
still affects him
A gentle soul torn apart for once a month, the beast within is let lose
Now left without his pack, a lonely howl sounds,
His howl is saying one thing, once a loner, always a loner.