I met Beauty
Under a new moon
And she sang to me
Sweet melody
Of passion, of life,
Of love.
But when the moon was full
The daylight far away
Beast ambushed my naivety
And took me as its prey.
I lay motionless on the ground,
(For how long I could not say)
Disemboweled, bloodied, cold,
My frail organs on display.
My breathing began to end.
But as the creature fled
With my heart
Into the night,
My lungs started to mend.The warning I must give, therefore:
Be wary of the werewolf
In each and every hour.
Her dreams may consume you
Her love can devour
Her lies corrupt a person
You or me,
If we allow her.
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