Rogue Moon Poem by Sheri Green

What a curse I bear
Through this weary life
Lost in a raging despair
Just a pawn in fate's strife

To live life as a simple man
Without this piercing pain
Is that too much to demand
As I begin to feel the strain

I have to live it yet again
As the single eye of night
Summons the feral beast within
So quickly, I have to take flight

How can I escape this blood command
Peace of body and mind is all I ask
Can anyone ever really understand
Why I have to wear this demon's mask

I run beneath the barren trees
Grappling with this repeated demise
I try to keep a grip on my sanity
As I become that which I despise

I howl a sorrowful, woe filled cry
As I lose grasp of my humanity
It does not matter how hard I try
The beast within has devoured me

Man now unwillingly resides within
While the beast shall have free reign
Doomed to wear this hated wolf's skin
Brother to demon-kin I will always remain

It would take just one well-aimed shot
Of a silver most resplendent and pure
To deliver me from this heinous lot
Only in death shall my soul endure

So steadily we run through the night
As I fervently pray for the day
Forever damned to this plight
My errant soul eternally betrayed