20151115: Werewolf and I

One day a long time ago now

I was hijacked. By a werewolf.

I couldn't make him go;

And of course he wouldn't want to,

Would he?

So we settled into life together,

Werewolf and I -

His name is Lupus, by the way.

At first I sometimes forgot

He was there at all,

But there quite was a lot

For me to learn about Lupus.

 At first he just nibbled here and there

I knew to take care

Not to upset him,

But as we both grew older

He became hungrier, bolder -

His nibbles became bites,

So I decided to fight.

I fought Lupus with poison,

With toxins, with everything

And anything I could get.

And yet, still he survived.

So now he takes bites,

And ignores werewolf rules

To stay out of sight.

The were is a shapeshifter;

As is Lupus -

He changes from one thing

To another, always wandering;

But always coming back;

As if he loves me.

But it is not love that drives his return -

His desire for my soul, my self, burns

In his want for me. 

He plans to kill me, I realise,

He takes too much of me

For now we are locked together,

I can only ponder

The question of whether

Lupus will kill me quickly, kindly,

Or cruelly string it out.

Of course, Lupus  doesn't know 

I have a plan, and i'll take care,

I'll know when it's time to go:

I have the means now -

I'm taking him with me 

I know the only way to kill a were. 

9 November 2015