The Cursed
Cursed they said Every beat of his bitter heart Felt like it was his last He turned towards the moon A howl so full of anger, sorrow and anguish He knew He was shown He was warned His time was increasingly short Blood Blood meant relation Blood meant satiation A simple word of elation But he was past recognition So many options His alpha taught him better submit or die Free will is not part of the deal You weren’t truly leaving free He needed to fight No matter The cursed knew no bounds The cursed found solace Time to ravish the bonny maidens Its time Find no malice in those that are them __PasopNegra__