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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