Disclaimer: These poems are mine mine mine, and guess why because it does not refer to Harry Potter…ha ha ha finally something that is MINE! Okay if you want to pretend it's Remus Lupin, you can, so for those people I say, I don't own it.
Werewolf; see lycanthropy
The transformation of a human being into a wolf; there are two types of lycanthropy, a mania in which a person imagines himself to be a wolf (mental illness); and the magical ecstatic transformation of a person into a werewolf (Old English wer "man wolf"), can also be a person born under a curse. Werewolves cannot prevent its hellish metamorphosis during the nights of a full moon. A Lycann can prevent its transformation, but only needs the moon in eyesight to transform.
Moon's Fatal Glow
He steps out from the shadows of the willow tree,
Into the dark night
Nostrils expand and he smells the thick night air -
Of rain that's yet to come, and the flavour of a dead autumn
A pale, fragile, hand rises to his head,
Fingers glide through the soft strands of his hair
Grey hairs have veiled his youthful appearance.
He sighs heavily
His breath becomes mist upon contacting the chilled night air.
He looks up,
The omniscient pearl of a moon,
Contrasting against the black starless sky.
The moon almost at the end of its monthly cycle;
One more day to go
(Moon in another language is never more appealing.)
His eyes darken into black,
Reflecting the moon perfectly in his eyes.
An invisible pull begs him to the moon
To howl like the wolf he is.
Blood pumps through his veins;
Adrenaline coursing in speeds unknown
This is his curse.
The cold and the darkness
Digs deeper into his heart and soul
But,
He will fight it
He will fight it till he cannot no more
And those days bring him terror.
The cold and darkness
He can't defy
it can kill
Three days of the month,
While the moon is fresh and new
Into a beast he will transform
Longing to bite, to taste, to turn.
But,
He will fight it.
He has been cursed,
Of the moons addictive fatal glow
He is the moons creation:
A Beast,
He is a werewolf.
Hey all, another poem!
Got any suggestions or challenges for another?
Love,
maic-and-love