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 was quite 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.
12 November 2015
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