It must be difficult for you to live
You do not understand the moon at all!
You do more evil than you can forgive
You claim great strength, but tremble at my call
Shape shifting has taught me to pity you
I have breathed with lupine and human lungs
You cannot comprehend the point of view
Of those who taste and sing with different tongues
Granted, you dream about being yourselves
Wearing the forms of beings you are not
Tales of this sort of thing fill stately shelves
But metamorphosis takes more than thought
How blind you are to stark reality!
You know of only one, small way to be
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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