two lovers held hands at dusk
the girl was fearful
as the guy was stared at the moon
which was staring back, with light
the man was not truly human, that he was not
he had an affliction and his affliction
was that of the wolves
which he turned at night
she also was wounded
her wound consisted of a thirst of blood
a thirst which came alive
when there was no light
with the light fading and the moon not
the two lovers saw each other
as a terrible sight
one a werewolf and the other
a blood sucking monster of flight
forever enemies
and forever in love
the curse of the lovers
who stared at each others true sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem