Poetry
Legends of the She-Wolf
Howling at the Moon
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2 min readJan 18, 2023
The night and its diabolical curse,
Arrived at the end of every day.
There was no escape from the pain,
It was pure torture and extreme pain.
When she turned sixteen,
She became a vicious wolf of a girl.
To be a werewolf was in her genes,
A tragedy she discovered in her teens.
It was at an evening out one night,
That she transformed into a wolf.
She attacked two people savagely,
It was her terrible curse and destiny.
There were others like her,
Those cursed and deadly creatures,
That prowl and howl in the darkest night.
They kill the guilty and the innocent,
No one can understand their sorry plight.
