My Final Gift
In darkening silence, I followed her footsteps,
impressed in a blanket of snow.
I called out her name and she paused in her flight,
before turning, her dark eyes aglow.
I knew that the pain she now felt was my doing;
each streak down her cheek broke my heart,
yet fate was against us; our young budding romance
was over before it could start.
My family curse had appeared with the full moon;
such hunger could not be denied.
Controlling the beast deep inside was unheard of—
men stronger than I had oft tried.
The hatred for me I saw bloom on her face,
though it hurt, was still better than death;
with eyes full of tears, I then turned, and I whispered
“I love you” soft, under my breath.
She’d go on without me. Though maybe unhappy,
at least I was sure she would live.
Some day I hoped she would find love in her future,
no greater a gift could I give.
© 2018 - dustygrein