The Werewolf's Woman

I sought him out, I heard his cry.
It was all my fault and maybe I deserve to die.

For we all do.
We are all murdered in the end.
But this one, I thought was my friend.

It happened one moonlit night.
I heard him call. I answered.
And took my fall.

I ran naked through the woods to reach him.
Trees in their seeming madness tore at my tender skin.
I didn't feel a thing.

And there he stood.
Glorious and so masculine.
How I wanted him!

But the full moon shone
and the man I knew was gone.
In his place, a beast mesmerising and powerful.

I stared in fear.
Blushed with shame and desire.
Watched the rise of his inner fire.

I let him take me.
Let him have my virginity
Gave it willingly.

I didn't know there was anyone watching.
Didnt know a thing.
Encompassed in horror and the total bliss of the night daemon's kiss.

They called me 'witch'.
I think secretly their jealous hearts are whispering 'bitch'.

None of them can have known such heat and passion.

But I'll never forget the way he uprooted the old oak tree.
His equivalent of taking me across his knee.

My story ends now.
It began three months ago.

Tomorrow it doesn't matter what I do or say.
Doesnt even matter if I pray.
The boy I thought I knew will have me condemned.
I could lie, but I'll still die.

For what I could not shake,
Tomorrow I burn at the stake.