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 sorrowful it filled him up with anger

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 living 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__