This is a poem I wrote today during Dance Cla.ss...Don't ask how >.>...and it was for my friend Abbey. She is obsessed with werewolves, but I made another copy of it before giving it to her so I could share it with you Rescreators. <3 Criticize meh. 

~ Slave to the Moon ~

Our howls ring

As moonlight sings

For us to obey our only King

The pack is one

With strength, we run

As the song is sung

With moonlit fur

And a shadowed blur

It is time to take our turn

To Kill with endless hunger

Only Death can quell our Rage

And only those who Slave with us

Can understand our Pain

Our howls die

As moonlight shies

And all our orders become lies

The pack must part

Without strength, we rot

As the song departs

Our starlit fur

Begins to blur

As the pack begins to turn

Mortal now

We dread our vows

And the time our King will rise again

For we are Slave to the Moon

Ooh~ I rather liked it! c:
I liked the imagery. And concept that it's not a teenybopper romantic view of them, but instead that they're cursed.
<3

Thank you, Nymph.
My friend had to explain to me her version of werewolves. She said it like this, "Ya know. The whole rotting flesh hanging from the sharpened teeth and their naked hairy bodies as they run through the forest and kill people. Those kind of werewolves,"

And I was like o.o "okay."

and made that c:

I think you did very well x3
I'm not good at writing poems about...things.

I'm better with metaphors and concepts.

Yeah, I can't just think about something and write a poem about it.

We've been reading Romeo and Juliet in cla.ss

(Romeo is a deranged stalker that just wants to bang Juliet, btw. o.o)

And I made a poem coming from Romeo's POV about him talking to Juliet.

Omg, it's epicle, but I gave it to Abbey...well...more like she took it. I'll get it tomorrow, finish it, and publish it here.

And thank you <3