Obey The Moon (Halloween Poem)

We're at the half way point, boils and ghouls! One week until Halloween, and to celebrate is DAY 6's poem called "Obey The Moon". What's it about? A sufferer of lycanthropy accepting their curse. Read on, and enjoy!

Also, don't forget to read the other Days of Halloween poems by clicking the links; DAY 1 here, DAY 2 here, DAY 3 here, DAY 4 here and DAY 5 here.

OBEY THE MOON

You know, I used to be afraid.

For myself, the people around

and cursing the one who had me made,

forcing me shackled and bound.

I wanted him dead, I wanted him killed,

for stealing my life, and tarnishing my soul.

His flesh, I wanted split and his blood spilled,

along with his entrails fitting snugly in my bowl.

 

But my efforts were futile,

for as much as I wanted my enemy devoured,

I never accounted for his guile.

My recipe for revenge soured.

 

Before I clawed out his throat,

his last words were "obey the moon".

I never knew the meaning of his quote,

but I would very soon.

 

Its time.

I'll admit, I'm wrapped with anxiety,

as I'm about to perform the worst of crimes,

destroying this peaceful society.

 

 Before, I was this towns ill-fated protector.

While the residents reminisce sweet dreams they kept.

Now, I'm nothing more than its defector.

Hunting fresh meat as they slept.

 

Chaining myself with the finest metal,

had proven to be enough,

but the creature within would not settle,

and forcing the fight was increasingly tough.

 

Then, the last words of my tormentor which he spoke

echoed in my primal mind.

It was so simple, and easy to invoke.

For now my eyes can see, when once they were blind.

 

The weight of my knees buckled beneath.

Its happening, no time to retreat.

My mouth gapes open, revealing sharp teeth,

and paws morph from what was my feet.

 

It used to be painful, due to the fight,

of beast and man struggling to win,

but the metamorphosis occurs in spite,

so there's no hope not to sin.

 

Now, the extension of the snout,

utterly alarming at first,

but its continuation makes the animal shout,

and as a result, a vicious burst.

 

Hair becomes fur, sprouting all over my skin,

and claws forcing through my nails.

Its almost finished, and the nightmare can begin,

whats left is the arrival of my tail.

 

A deep sigh, and a low growl,

symbolizes my becoming.

Unleashing a ferocious howl,

gives proof to human shunning.

"Obey the moon", the words run through my head.

I understand its purpose, I know what it means,

to allow the creature to go in your stead,

and to create a blood curdling scene.