I knew you before you turned
Before you were bitten
Before your stars changed
Before fate played
Cruel fate
Depends on your view
I see it before me now
You must go a new way
With your going comes the past
No sense on that to dwell
Will you control the waning moon?
And the transformation it brings
Will you pass me by?
Or recognize
In the form you take
I don’t fear
You’re still beautiful to see
I want you near
Your guttural howl I can hear
Curl up
Lay your head
By a warm hearth
Make your bed

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week146/
Your prompt this week is:
…with your going comes the past…
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