Midnight Sun

This is what made Him a werewolf, Its His beginning to the future controlled by the curse. I write alot of Werewolf poems concentrated around this one character with no name. He walks amoung us.

My eyes open wide as I wake up from my sweet dreams
Awaken by the sound of my brother's screams
I open up the tent with the sounds of torture all around
Then all falls quiet except for the crackling fire's sound

I find a flashlight and begin yelling my brothers name
Not knowing I'm just a pawn in this cat and mouse game
A twig snaps and a shiver crawls up my spine
I spin around looking for where my light should shine

I stop as yellow eyes reflect off my flashlight
The rest of the animal camoflaged by night
The beast lets out a howl that stiffens the crisp autumn air
The creature's eyes piercing my soul with it's icy dead stare

It's crimson lips lunge at me throwing my dead brother aside
Unable to move, I feel my bones break as me and it collide
Falling backwards all I can manage is a silent shout
I feel it's teeth sink into my shoulder as I black out

I wake up sometime later in a room of white
I stagger to the window for fresh air as I let in the full moon's light
My body pulses throwing me to the tiled floor
I completly black out before I can even crawl to the door

I awake the next day covered in a layer of dried blood
As memories of last night drown my brain like a flood
Giving me clear images of what happened the night before
Making me realize that I am human, no more

I see doctors & nurses fleeing with terror in their eyes
Then the numbing silence that follows their cries
All the white walls now stained with red
Just a small reminder of the first blood I shed

I still carry this curse with me like a cancer
Still believing death will be the only answer
But still I live my entire life on the run
Always losing myself to the light of the midnight sun