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This is my fourth piece written for this class. We had to focus on a object that would be essential to our story.


I glare at the television as flickers of colour flash across the screen.
The deep but cheery voice of the weatherman
Telling me that a full moon is expected tonight
I grab unto the armrest of the couch
Unable to contain my fear
My pulse races, my breath quickens
I sweat, for I am frightened.
When the pale blue moon arrives
I make the transformation into a were wolf.
What’s a boy supposed to do? Alone in my solitude,
My mind races as I contemplate turning into an animal for the third time this month.
This isn’t happening now.
I have heard of the legends from my ancestors many times before.
My life has changed for the worse. Do I want to become this creature? A werewolf hunts, they think by instinct. They kill people. I don’t want to be an animal, this murderer.
When I transform, my teeth shatter immensely. My body bursts like flames, as it takes on this new body.
Fur grows, my eyes roll to the back of my head as my icy blue eyes take on a new form.
The pain is too much to bear. My human mind slowly dissolves.
I wish this wasn’t happening now.
I stare at the green clock ahead, the gold outline of the time.
I now sit still and rigid as a statue.
Insanity and fear has washed over me.
I look out the window into the evening sky.
Once the darkness expands across the sky like a blanket
And the moon comes out at 12, my time will begin.
I sit down once more, the clock ticks ever so slowly.
I am about to face the inevitable of my life, I might as well wait
for it. The blood rushes from my face as the clock chimes at the final hour. My heart aches at the thought of becoming an animal once more and going through the painful process. I always feel my muscles growing and expanding ferociously. The pain is too much to bear.
I get up and run. I feel the blood and pulse rushing through me. My veins thicken and I am about to scream in pain. I open the door and run into the vast interior of the dark forest.
As I shake in uncontrollable pain, my body takes on a new life of its own.

A werewolf with sleek grey fur stands firmly on all fours. His deep blue eyes glow in the dark. He looks up into the lit sky provided by the moon. Against the backdrop of the blackened sky, the moon is welcomed into the sky. The surge of silver lightens up the sky at its height. The moon has fully awakened the werewolf. He intently stares up at the moon and he lets out a loud howl that echoes beyond the forests for miles. He is thirsty. The werewolf runs rapidly through the darkened forest. The moon has claimed him. Because of this moon, the night has finally begun.

Symbol of Poem/ Object: The moon. Since the moon is the focus of the boy’s transformation, it therefore makes it the object of this story. Basically, I wrote about a boy who fears turning into a werewolf once again. The moon controls his entire transformation.