January

The flame lit cave glistened menacingly

Each crack and crevice a gnarled face of torment

Vines dragged loosely across the entrance

And so began, the end

Each trod and thump of my dirt riddled feet

Leaving traces of my DNA, of my being and doing

Every flicker of the flame licking closer to my hand

And I seen her, affectionately

January with her mangled vicious locks

Eyes so sharp they could cut through you

January the mother I had known

Before the moon took over

As it did then, and she jumped for me mid transformation

With bloodstained teeth she pierced me

The damage gnawing at my soul

As she took my last human breath, I howled, we restarted

BG Story: So I thought of an idea a long time ago, I started writing some storylike poetry that was horrific in a way. So I kind of thought of it as horror poetry. Anyway I chose to use January as a name instead of a month I'm not sure if that's allowed but I don't think I seen anything against it. So basically this poem is about a son going to find his mother who has recently been turned into a werewolf. He wants to save her but even though he looks at her as still his mother she isn't as soon as that moon hits. So she bites him and takes his life but he last line basically means she took his life but gave him a new one. As a werewolf with her because that was the only way they could remain in eachothers lives.