The Moon shatters the night clouds of silver tear your face second after second, I I shed and extend out how possessed myself, I am an animal, a predator... that would serve time one prayer? You can stop a boost but not stopping my heart. I am collecting the shadows of the night.
Are we what we choose? Where is the limit? Reason versus passion. It has always been thus.
They say that the curiosity of the human being is a function of their survival and I’ve gone beyond curiosity.
ThisI’m so has always been, when I discovered that with only a few glances the flowers withered. Moon. Lunatic... There is a beast inside me and comes out in the Moonlight when that soft, pure and firm shines atop.
This beast pushes me out of myself and my bankruptcy as to a dry branch.
The Moon grows... and everything shaking me around. Step through my Center it was outside, I am my own puppet, no voice, no thinking without a soul? I run, I cry inside of me aullo. Trait my skin looking for my heart, grumble in my helmet of hair and broken bones, he looked my human offal while I made my new meat.
My teeth grow threatening to devour me, my feet disappear into dirty hooves, my nose is now a menacing Maw wet and hungry.
My ears are nothing more than a detector of dams, powerful and pointy. Nothing remains of my lips under this shaggy silver hair. At least my eyes aren’t yellow remain cold and greenish.
Here I am completely naked, stripped of all humanity, covered with greed. Standing on my all fours, hoisting the snout to the stars until finally the sound of my voice is equal to the first cry of a newborn baby, a heart-wrenching howl; Perhaps no one reply me, my own eco thrills me, is that, even if hours pareceré not be more aware human.
My shadow dwarfs at the light of silver, if she could only wake up from this dream! Of nightmares than memories of those nights! The dream is an unconscious death... I, a creature given to light by the moon. I already lack of dreams. If the Sun would expire to Moon! The sun burns the Moon and her cool and patient, an eternal day..., if the Sun will not turn off! If my hell end up already! Once someone will look into my eyes and I will be really even in this and I will watch those eyes and I will have my own image of reflection and notthis!
The true enemy is not the Wolf but the human who transforms. Always become was an unintended punishment... But here I am when the moon calls the feast, wind chugs, owls howl and flee the animals living in the light of the Sun. Pure instinct, biological motivation, Sisyphus punished in hell your eternal wheel loading. I am the crazy invention of gossip, a romantic legend. But it has condemned wolves not thus to vampires that are forgiven them immortality, the divine. But Wolf recalls that the human is no more than an animal and that us and forgive us. This has not begun here with me, werewolves have been forever but I - and others clear - I am a Wolf no State intermediate, I in the midst of a fury of blood and death remains... a trail that I pursue, because after all... I am a wolf.