Night of the Were

The quiet of the night
The glow from the moon
Rushing through the forest
I run from our fight

Paws padding softly
Rushing over the twigs
Shadows of it seen
Through fog, hazy

Silver from the full moon
Clouds are gone
Wind whistles through trees
Dawn will come soon

A creature stops
In an open field
Where I rest
Attracted by my sobs

I look up surprised
It's a wolf
Fangs bared
I quickly rise

I stumble back
Fearful of the Were
It snarls softly
Weopons I lack

"will you kill?" I ask
The Were shook it's head
It said in a deep voice
"why do you cry lass?"

I winced and whipped my tears
I tell him about the fight
With the one I called love
Down my cheek a tear slides

He came forward slowly
Telling me of a cure for a broken heart
I look at him confused
"what could it be?" I asked softly.

The moon sank slowly
As wind blew across the field
The sun rose
And the Were transformed

Tattered rags
Was all he wore
Besides his warm smile
Which melted my heart

He came forward
He pulled me to him
And bit me gently
His Were fangs still there

I gasp and struggle
But then relax
He was the cure
The one who would heal my heart