Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Lovers Reunited

Under the bright moon in full stage,

I hear you call me in the night.

But I am entrapped in this cage,

Our being apart, just not right.

Because we are so much in love.

But they choose to keep us apart.

They being so ignorant of

Affairs our kind share of the heart.

Yes, you have picked up on my scent,

And soon they will meet fate most foul,

As they receive your punishment,

Your claws and fangs rip as you howl.

My lover, you do set me free.

Now together, we werewolves be.