About sometime in the month of Feburary, I wrote a poem about how a werewolf is treated, how it feels. After I finished it, I had lost it because it was in a different spiral. But now I have it once again. I was actually inspired to write it by a book called "Wolf Moon" and a friend of mine named Evan.
So here it is...
Cursed by the night,
the blood stirs in thee.
The wolf cries still more,
it needs to be set free.
Walking by day,
with the humans it fears.
Among lonely hounds,
they share each other's tears.
Denyed by the pack,
hated by kin.
It knows always
that it can never win.
Hiding its self,
loving no more.
Running from Hunters,
heart kept sore.
Ignored due to its difference,
shame fills its eyes.
Cursing the deadly metal,
the isolated creature cries.
It searches for its meaning in life,
a place to call its own.
Trying to find a place to fit in,
from the life it's lived alone.
 Vanilla Wolf · Mon Apr 10, 2006 @ 03:36am · 5 Comments |
