It was like something out of a horror movie
when my bride to be was in the hospital
hysterical and attacked by a monstrous beast
that the doctors thought had been a bear.
She was lucky, only a wound. But her mind
was terribly traumatized. The psychological
wound was worse.
Things got worse weeks later when a full
moon lit up the night sky and my bride to
be screamed at me to get out of her
apartment before I died.
I didn’t take her seriously at first. But when
she howled and began to morph into what
I realized was a werewolf, though shocked
and terrified, I could not leave her,
my bride to me.
Perhaps God was on my side that night. When
she fully morphed into that giant howling
nightmare, a real life horror, she spared me,
ran past me and into the forest behind her
house.
My bride to be broke off our engagement after
that, refused to see me. And I kept hearing of
people torn to shreds on the news during
full moon nights.
Though it broke my heart, I knew what I had to do,
a gun and silver bullets.
One night as the moon was becoming full, I broke
into her home just as she was howling and morphing.
I aimed my gun at what was no longer her, that
giant hairy beast with evil eyes that radiated death,
but I didn’t have the heart to pull the trigger.
I dropped the gun because though she had become
a monster, something in me still loved her.
I think even in her morphed monster form,
she still loved me and spared me with
only a bite instead of tearing me to pieces.
Now she is my bride to be again, werewolves
in love forever.
Bob Boyd
