Full Moon - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
On the night of the full moon she transforms,
Viciously tearing clothes limb from limb.
Even then, I search for her feverishly,
Looking to warm a soul where there isn't one to be warmed.
Her eyes see what they want her to see,
Consumed by bitter lust with each glance at the moon,
She then leaves
Obvious to the truth seen right in front of her.
Her fickle way of thinking.
The over complex beating of her heart.
She Leaves it behind to the wind.
A bitter chill soon chased by regret.
Constantly running, Chasing a moon she'll never catch.
Yet, I suffer the same.
Looking for an answer where there isn't one to be found.
On nights where the wind covers the night blemish.
I turn to her for ease.
Only to hear her devilish howl.
The way she stares at me cold heartedly.
Claws now replacing the once loving hands I knew
I'll never be the moon in her eyes
As she continues to run further and faster
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