shy masked marauder
masked marauder oozed into the night
hoping he and his shadow remained out of sight
he did not appreciate crowds, or one person even
he was a one-wolf, a shy guy, an introvert, Steven
Someone was looking, so he slid under a bush
To get him back out would have taken a giant push
He lay their prone most of the day
Until nightfall, he decided to stay
He was frightened by people, this scary looking dude
you’ll find someone you like some day, his mother said
but the masked marauder was frankly, not in the mood.
uncomfortable around humans, including the undead.
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