A Werewolf’s Lament

The black velvet night is my savior
His arms wrap about me, keep me ignorant of danger
His shoulders are broad
They seem to hold the entire sky
His eyes are silver, glimmering like stars
His feel, intoxicating
The darkness, yes, is sultry, powerful, everything I am not
Or am I?

The pale ivory moon is my mistress
Whom I obey from afar
She beckons me silently, wills me to do her bidding, and I comply
Her complexion is sickly, yet her beauty is yet to be matched by any
This luminescent goddess, the one I follow
She is delicate, beautiful, everything I am not
Or am I?

I have two forms, both I must live with for the rest of my life
One is human, and in this I am what others call attractive
Short of stature, small in size, petite is a better word
Radiant skin, silky blond hair that falls in flowing straight lines to my waist, and soft, clear blue eyes
They say I am pretty, especially in white, but that is for my mistress.

By night, though, I am truly what I was born to be
I my have four legs instead of two, and I may become more shaggier, but my savior and my mistress
They show me that I am beautiful, powerful
My pelt is snow white fur, silky and long, covering deceiving muscles; mighty and lethal
My eyes, yes, they turn to sapphire, glowing and dark and deep and . . .
Those of a hunter

I am a hunter
Sleek, powerful, alluring
My beauty deceives those who are foolish, as they come closer to me
Teeth flash, my white pelt is no longer silky
Instead, it is wet, sticky, crimson

The hunter is satisfied.

As dawn threatens me
I run from it, trying to stay with my retreating mistress and savior
They are the only ones who accept this part of me

Instead, I end up falling
There is no comfort in this hard ground
I am human again
And mad
I do not appreciate being left by those who love me

I hear footsteps, and hair the color of pale blond falls into my eyes, no doubt soft blue once more
Grass tickles my bare skin, and I scramble to me feet, grateful for foliage
I run as fast as possible toward home, to hide from the world
Back to civilization, yes, away from freedom and back to Hell