Sonnet Sunday's: Torment At Night
It all happened one fatal night
When
I suffered a werewolf’s bite
Not
too long, I began my plight
Changing
into a hideous sight
The
horrid memories I got
Wanting
to get rid of the lot
Don’t
care if they’re ready or not
Hoping
one day that I’ll get shot
Awake
by the shine of the sun
Living
with the crime I have done
Praying
that I’m not on the run
Silver
strikes from the hunter’s gun
My
hands are drenched crimson red
Falling
into the flower’s bed
With
all my final words said
I’m
lying there, finally dead

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