Silver Moons

Silver shadows beckoning. . .

Night Falls,
Cloaking my world in darkness, the full moon rises. . .

Changing,
my form twisting into another's. . .

Trapped,
Inside this other's mind. . .

Imprisioned,
forced down, becoming one with the wolf. . .

Desiring,
to rip, to tear, to crush. . .

Flexing,
my claws, my senses enrichening as I run. . .

Shadows,
fleeing from my wretched presence. . .

Howling,
in a language unknown to me, howling at the moon. . .

Burning,
with foriegn emotions. . .

Wishing,
for this moon to sink below the skyline. . .

Cursed,
by the silver moon. . .

Golden rays set me free. . .