Grimm
My sir name is not Grimm and this is not a fairytale.
On nights when wolves howl and the moon is pale,
I become another being when my arms begin to flail.
I wrestle with the urge to stop, but always to no avail.
I bit into a poisoned apple and thought I would die.
Peering back at me in the mirror, I saw an evil eye.
I shrieked in fear and doubled over. I began to cry.
What nightmare is this and pray tell me, who am I?
Last month I pricked my finger and flew off in a rage.
My beastly hands caught a rabbit and put it in a cage.
What madness grips me and sends me off in rampage?
I want out of this cruel story. Hurry and turn the page!
Recently I was transformed into a creature, rather droll.
I remember in a book, that under a bridge lived a troll,
and when people stumbled upon him, while on a stroll,
He made them pay but I eat them. I'm out of control.
It seems I'm walking through some creepy forest tonight.
Stars watch me through dead branches. Do they have sight?
Furry hands once again and I'm growing to a great height.
Damned full moon is haunting me. I cannot escape its light.
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