Answer:
Hello!
She-Wolf,
Her head raised to the moon, the light gently touched her face,
The silver colors captured by her eyes, never to break free,
Her hair so fair and whimsical, the light followed her in a never-ending chase,
But the quaint, fanciful expression left her, her own heart would disagree.
For the moon foretold an ancient secret, one that brought forth fright,
Instead of the light curls on her head, a wiry fur emerged,
The moon turned dark as her former blue eyes, and she regained her might,
Then she turned her back with a massive crack, her beautiful face submerged.
Her love, her grace, her gentle spirit, ravished by the wolf within her,
Instead of kindness there was madness, a howl that could rip through you,
But her spirit was no more, her memories a blur,
She could not remember the savage that tore through the night sky, so blue.
Her years longing, the mistress longed for a cure.
Her cheeks so pleasantly rosy, her heart so pure.
