

WEREWOLF’S KISS
By Dani Myrick
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Night does not hide the scars
nor dull the searing pain
of life and laughter lost
never to be found again
Vigilant, she sits and waits
for furtive movement in the trees
something stirs within darkness
and she crouches to her knees
He slinks forward and whines
a creature of men no more
ruled instead by the full moon
subject only to the were-lore
Her tears fall gently down
mourning her lover’s form
torn between love and revulsion
wanting so much to scorn
Instead, she bares her soft throat
a delicacy he cannot resist
they join one last time in fervor
for a werewolf’s final kiss