Werewolf

Silent is the night, cold and bright the moon.
The girl crying, pleading, begging. Nothing she can do.
Nothing she can say.
To change what has pasted.
Never the same gone just like the wind passing though the trees.
Waiting, watching, seeing is all she can do.
Shocked with the fact she can't go back.
She destroyed what she loved, but she made that choice.
She stares into eyes of her loved ones.
Blank, scared, dim are all she sees in them.
She took it away from them just so easily.
She her curse,
her nightmare,
her phobia.
The thing she changes to doesn't forgive, doesn't forget, doesn't love.
All of that is gone.
As the full moon rises.