An Ode to Lycanthropy

I hear the howl
I feel the sadness
And the pain that it stands for
You no longer fear it
But will never embrace it
Your torment
Your torture
Your darkest secret
Your darkest hour
Your isolation and fear
The thing of nightmares
Come alive
In the moonlight
Your heart remains trapped
Consumed by your sorrow
The night carries your soul across the air
Your faded dreams
Your tattered hopes
Are ringing in this howl
I feel the sadness
And the pain that it stands for
You no longer fear it
But can never embrace
Your other self.