The Change Poem by Snow Cambridge

</>A swish of red,
A balley of black.
Her feet pounded
quickly on the moist
ground.
Her already dark
shoes becoming
more blackened by
the mud.
Soil filled drops
splatter on her
long legs and skirt.
Her white skin
glistened in the
Harvest Moon.
Her nails made
half sun imprints
in her palms.
Her eyes flashed a
damp, dark black
as she skitted to a stop
in front of the moon.
Her bobby red hair
flying in the windy
world.
Her blood red lips
split into a grin
as she basked in
the moonlight.
A howl cracked the
midnight air.
She snapped her head
towards the echoeing
sound.
A wolf ran in the beautiful
orb, that was the moon,
howling and whelping at
the wind.
A giggle surpressed her lips
as she ran towards the
wolf at full pelt.
the change surpressed her body,
turning her into a furry flesh of danger.
her sharp canines bitting the wolf's
neck.
Blood ran down her jaw as she
changed back.
For she was the wolf,
just as dangerous as the Moon
she glowed in.