The full moon calls to me… (Not literally, it’s a feeling.)
I toss and turn, lying awake.
The curtains are closed tight – but through the smallest gap,
The light shines and calls to me. Again…
I try to block it out: I want to sleep! I say aloud.
A reply from the light: But you need to fly.
Tortured by the voice, I succumb;
Usually I am in control, but on the Full Moon,
The will of the beast becomes greater than my own.
I step outside, through the back door.
I look around, make sure no-one’s watching.
Out over the fence, towards the forest,
Sprinting over dirt tracks, between trees,
I reach the clearing at a sharp left
Where it always begins…
When I used the amulet a year ago, I gave myself this power.
I had complete control over it; but now, by the Full Moon’s light,
It manifests itself without my intervention.
But there is no more time for contemplation;
I have begun to change again, as twenty-nine nights before.
Those same flames engulf me, ripple and flicker around me;
The light leaves ruby scales in its wake, armour like tenfold shields.
My entire form is redefined; from the tips of my fingers and toes,
Silver, blade-like claws emerge.
Human teeth replaced with vampiric fangs like poison spears,
My new slit pupils surrounded by a golden iris of malice and darkness.
In this moment I am 10 feet tall,
Increasing mass forcing me to all fours.
The light crafts a tail for me, emerging from the base of my spine,
Surrounded by the same scales, its shock like a thunderbolt.
The light extends from my shoulders, and golden wings form,
Their power akin to a hurricane.
My entire self is reptilian and draconic.
One more step, and I am ready to wreak havoc;
The rest of the light is swallowed, and my breath ignites!