Burn Me Into Ashes of Light

Why can’t it be the moon

shapeshifting into joy

and not my body doomed

to fang and claws by its light?

Tied to this cursed lycanthropy

I howl at the twilight orb

in a macabre sonnet of death.

I am a nightmare stalking prey

who believe my yellow sight

is a dream open eyes can escape.

Teeth sharpened by hunger’s growl

I tear flesh from bone surrendering

to the animal blaspheme has made me.

When daybreak begins to shutter the moon,

agony breaks in beads of remorse across my brow

transforming from wolf into humanity.

Falling to my knees I speak

a prayer to the morning,

“Sun please rise and never set;

torch this darkness I’ve become

and turn its shadow

into blessed ashes of light!

©Susie Clevenger 2013

 I wrote this for Izy's challenge at Real Toads where she prodded us to approach Iconic monsters with either a light of flattery or sympathy. I hope this draws sympathy for a werewolf. :)

To Monster With Love