In a mere 70 years since humanity unlocked the ability to fly, we managed to touch the moon. Imagine the leaps and bounds of the progress we could make if we collectively treated Space as humanity’s final frontier. We owe it to ourselves to unravel the mysteries of the cosmos. Everything we need is out there, we just cannot reach it ….yet.
Some lucid dreams escalate our childish imaginations by mirroring reality in the most horrifying ways, bringing forth new monsters of lore. After all, this must be how the myths that birthed monsters were first created by the writers, right? One such creation are the werewolves. What does a werewolf’s curse actually entail, the ability of being able to turn into a wolf or the ability to turn others into a monster just like them? Read in this poem, what the Curse of a Werewolf meant for a lonely young girl…..