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Author: TK Halliwell
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Horror - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-27-07 - Updated: 02-27-07 - Complete - id:2326035

Moon Cursed

I run in fear, I try to hide,
My screams are shrill, my eyes are wide.
This moon curse drives me to a craze,
My blood is boiling, my skin ablaze.

I am Moon Cursed, torn from the rest,
As a wolf-man to kill as I quest.
Forever cursed to live this hell,
In the darkness I will dwell.

My skin grows dark and hairy,
Travelers be very weary.
I am not who I seem to be,
In this blood lust you must flee.

My Howls are heard through the town,
She screams as I slash her gown.
What was green now is red,
She falls to the ground, dead.

I am a monster born of the moon,
You will hear my heartless tune.
For I love no one, nor do I care,
As I smell the fresh blood in the air.

Fear strikes terror in your heart,
As mine had died and turned tart.
From flesh to hair my body turns,
My mind is crazy my skin burns.

A hunter of the ancient clan,
Shot his weapon, death began.
A silver tear has ended this pain,
No longer is this curse my bane.

As I fall in my hot red blood,
He picks up that cold silver stud.
He has freed me from the cursed moon,
I am no longer her mindless goon.



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