The Devil’s Curse Poem by Ryan Tosh

The night is darkening around me.
The trees reach their shadows toward thee,
Only the moon can hear my plea.
And knows of my want to be free

All the while I hear the screams of dead,
Revolving in my head.
This devil’s curse! This devil’s curse!
Cannot get any worse.

Until I grow my claws,
Out of my furry, paws.
And a large howl,
Emerges from my growl.

Now made to do the devil’s work.
(Who has made me so berserk.)
Now only able to kill.
I must fulfill his will.

Now I must make the blood, shed,
And show it’s dark, glossy, red.
But forever I’ll hate,
For my horrible fate.

So, now all I do,
Is continue to pursue,
If only there was one who could break my chains,
And destroy the devil, without leaving remains.