As daylight dies the night falls—
Like a widow’s veil
And dark lacquered walls turn lilac,
By the pale of moonlight,
I wail in howling thrusts
Lycanthropic ******* sounds
As fangs pang a hunger
Vibrating in concerto,
Down to the core erupting like Vesuvius
I lament with lavish tongue licking lips.

A lich, courage upon the rift
As the stars, they shift
Patterns to illustrate the cosmic maw
In awe, enthralled, nocturnal
Heading the barn owl’s call
I am but a man undone
Remade chimera,
He’ll hound and bound to burn
But here I yearn among the tenebrous limbs of deadened trees
In a forest that whispers my dreams

I lament, in hopes the sun will shine
And char my unfeeling flesh
I digress, as the meat will keep
In the cold I breathe
A toast to thee! In ichor filled glass
Silken sanguine liquid kissing my throat
Coating organs to feign alive.

I, one of the children of the night,
Shall sing you lullabies
With the sweet music that I make!

As the Mordant liquor of tears
Inspire spirits—
I’ll drink in rousing cheers
For an eternity that better eluded me
Until I found the western shore,

I am the storm,
Godspeed on the devil’s thunder,
I come as primal, a beast reborn.

The Wolf, it hungered, while you stayed warm,
Bound to its pack, shaped by the storm,
Through frost and through famine,
The Wolf, it did suffer, while The Dog lay secure.

But when disaster did strike, stealing Dog's home,
She was left to the frost, forsaken, alone,
She wandered as prey, and trembled in fear,
Until one day, she saw naught but a pack,
Warm, safe numbers, a home-- one she lacked,
And so she found herself The Wolf,
Mercy, she asked, May I join your pack?

The Wolf, it snarled, when she begged for stay,
Herald The Dog who yearns for warmth!
When she had comfort when we had naught!
The Dog bowed her head, but she could not,
Explain to The Wolf what it owed her not.

The Dog, she wandered, searching for fire,
But the world was not warm as her home had once been.
So she carved her own pack,
Starved through the winter,
Charged into battle, unraveled by the years,
And so came to be, The Dog was assured,
That in her place, The Wolf endured.

Fate is cruel, as a lone wolf in the night:
It cares not about your hopes, your dreams,
It disregards your wants and your needs;
For it wants nothing more than to feast.

Night falls in the forest, you are on your own.
From the dark, you hear a chilling howl,
Unaware that Fate is on the prowl;
Your end foretold only by an owl.

It lurks in the darkness, you feel its presence.
Is it the shadow behind your back?
You can feel it breathing down your neck;
You can't yet see it, it is pitch black.

The moonlight shines down, finally you spot it.
A terrifying sight, your eyes lock,
Your heart skips a beat, you are in shock;
The sky filled by a murderous flock.

With its cover blown, the animal gives chase.
You try to run, hoping to escape,
Give it your all, you are in good shape;
You trip and you fall, can't run from Fate.

The beast draws near, running is of little use.
Out of options, unwilling to die,
Might seem foolish, but you have to try!
Back on your feet, it's not yet goodbye!

The battle begins, a test of strength and will.
It's jaws are lethal, claws full of might,
But regardless, you must win this fight;
Someone's blood will be spilt on this night.

The war is exhausting, you're evenly matched.
Eye for an eye is how you two brawl,
A limb for a limb, someone must fall,
Slowly but surely, you will stand tall!

The fighting goes on for hours, if not longer.
It's end awaited by hungry crows.
And finally, with a mighty blow
You manage to overcome your foe!

Fate falls at your hands, the wolf lies at your feet.
You have done it, fought with tooth and nail,
Challenged fate and lived to tell the tale;
I am doing the same...