What If Helena Was a Werewolf: The Poem
October 30, 2021
In the midnight woods two lovers do chase
Her nimble footsteps dash to catch with his
One after other, latter in disgrace
Yet all of her efforts he does dismiss
She feels eternally trapped in his jail
Like a loyal hound, she forgives his sins
Baying at the cold moon to no avail
The leash that he’s bound her with pulls her in
Beneath moonshine her bones begin to shift
The cell cracks under her transformation
Teeth elongate and she howls through a rift
Where she stood, now a wolf aberration
She thoroughly devours her captor
His blood will mark the end of this chapter