# That Dark Night

Author: Halfwolf102
Tags: Poetry

I can't remember much of that night.  
Try and try as I might,  
Only bits a pieces in sight.  
An animal lay before me, dead.  
It was covered in blood from, tail to head.  
I see my hands in front of me, tainted red.  
I remember wishing to stop,  
But looking at the horrible slop,  
I got a feeling nothing could top.  
Overwhelming pride abuzz,  
With no explanation why this was.  
And then, I figured out the cause.  
It came to me blunt  
as I said with a grunt,  
"It's the thrill of the hunt."  
I don't remember much of that night.  
That dreary, full-moon night.  
But there is one thing I remember without a fight,  
I am a werewolf. Part man, part beast.  
And that animal that was deceased,  
I had killed to have a feast.  
What it was, I do not know.  
It's all so fuzzy, in the moonlight glow,  
And just as surreal as a horror show.  
Piece by piece, bit by bit,  
It became impossible to quit.  
I will not stop 'till I remember more about it.  
Try and try, I know I can,  
And then... remembering began.  
It was not an animal, but a man.  
Now it's something I cannot mend,  
But I regret remembering in the end,  
Because I found out I killed a friend.

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