Lycanthrope Poem by Glenn Mark Amor

She's the one,
Who you see that pure & modest...
But from her shadow
You can see the urge of wilderness.

She's the one,
Who you think that can be honest...
But from her words
You can feel the trembling of lies beneath her skin.

She's the one,
Who you can say that can be trusted...
But broken promises she always possess.

When the moon rise above,
Perhaps is time for you
to accept that you were deceived by a werebeast.




(Oct 31,2007)