The Werewolf’s Tale

Once man, now beast, beneath the Lunar sphere
A Spawn of ancient rites, that prospers in pure fear
The night's ancient magic, the forest's eerie song
A wolven terror howls, towards the moon he's drawn

A battle within, a constant strife
The human spirit versus the beastly life
Together they sing, in harmony they weep
A lone werewolf's cry pierces the night: A Lycan Decree

In a world of time tested myths and fables of yore
The werewolf's tale is one that will endure forevermore
A creature trapped in twilight's art, embrace the dark of night
Keening towards the silver orb that grants eternal life

Beneath the argent glow of a regal lunar grace
Post twilight's hush, dark arts flourish in our shadowed place
There dwells a creature, part man, part beast, deemed a lycan
Sprightly in caves and castles lest the sun shines on horizons
Fur as dark as the deepest night shrouded in pitch
Eyes aflame, and fierce with plight, eternally bewitched
Bygone tomes tell of werewolves prowling with silent tread
The realm of the night, absolutely no sunlight shall be spread