Lycan

I can hear their hearts beating inside their heads the stench of blood flowing beneath their dead the roots of fear grow deep into the earth and as the flesh rots the devil claims his worth the pale moonlight beckons the beast and the creatures of the night indulge in the feast if flesh could turn to stone I would barely be eating pebbles for I was once a man who stared into the piercing eyes of the devil and as the eastern sky greets the morning sun I am soon to realize that the devils deed has been done