Follow the Wolf

This poem is based on some friends and I. I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes.

You've heard onlookers stories of becoming wolf from a man,
Now hear the story from where few people can.

Just once a month the change must take place,
For only that is when the full moon shows her face.

She gives us the go and tells us a name,
But the moon also grants us an etermal pain.

The people we hurt, the famalies i tear,
I cannot remember therefor I cannot care.

I followed the wolf and I have been cursed,
And also developed and unquentchable thirst.

So follow the wolf through the depths of despair
And you too will forever spend your time there.