The beast has murdered
and i can't control it
But still i wondered
what if i'd quit

Then it would consume me
as it had all the others
Because nothing i can plee
would change my brother's

Plans of destruction
or thaughts of chaos
And i have no recolection
of the time before loss

But i have a belief
that there must be a cure
either the wolfsbane leaf
or the blood of the pure

And i wont let go
until i discover
That my story of woe
wont last forever

This is my third werewolf poem and like the second one it can stand on its own but i like to think of it as the sequel to "The Beast Lives On"

i will make some more werewolf poems and combine them so they will tell a story
the next poem will be about accepting that there isn't a cure and trying to live with himself

all three of my werewolf poems are the same rhyme scheme and number of stanzas
i like this pattern and it also connects the works better
what do you think of the poem and do you like the rhyme scheme?