Silent Howls - a Warewolf's Tale
Moon's gleam flooding the dusk
lighten the heavens and hell alike;
He feared no more as his spirit demised
submitting to shadows, thinning the wike;
He has no soul to shed a tear,
for his first prey had bore their heir;
Memories haunt the maddened slave
yet, fell another twilight for the wolf to tear.
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