Beneath the autumn moon’s malignant glare,
A maiden walked through mist-enshrouded trees,
Her wedding gown like gossamer in air,
While something prowled beyond the dying leaves.

She sought her groom who’d vanished, pale, forlorn,
His absence strange, his parting words unclear—
“I’ll await you where shadows wake the wild reborn,
Where civilized men surrender to their fear.”

She found him kneeling on a grave of bone,
His flesh convulsing into matted fur,
His human voice replaced by bestial moan,
As moonlight vowed the curse would long endure.

Her fingers trembled as she reached his face,
A glimpse of love behind the yellowed eye—
He slashed her veil with claws, a crude embrace,
While bridal lace ran crimson—love’s twisted reply.

The moon recoiled behind a shroud of red,
Rose petals whispered what the dead implore;
Two apparitions entwined where vows were said—
The maiden’s heart a wolf forevermore.

In darkness yoked beneath the bloodlit sky,
Their tethered souls condemned, mortality undone—
Bound by lupine hunger, they nightly die,
Enslaved by lunar madness, damned eternally as one.