What If Helena Was a Werewolf: The Poem


Pallavi Mohan '23


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