Chronus held tight grains of times falling sands
A river of tears running through destiny
As a slither of silver penetrates Lycan
and true loves pain becomes a reality.
For what is love, if not the sacrifice?
If not the promises made in dawns mist
as Zeus took blade and through true loves soul sliced
one becoming two, a half always missed.
And now, here, this lifes cruel intentions
Man, transforms to beast, primal, canibal
self lost in lunars kiss, human rejection
as she pauses, shoots, kills, her lover falls.
Twinflame tragedy, two hearts sieze to beat
But the ferryman only has one seat.

Karen Hayward ©
#sonnet #poetry #poetslineprompts #werewolf #lycan

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