The Werewolf’s wyrd.
I watch you humans,
Scurrying around in busy lives,
Unawares and unknowing,
That the predator’s gaze is upon you.
The spark of your lives,
Fade in a blink of my eye,
While mine stretches endlessly;
The years but like days.
Many names my kind has worn;
Words to strike terror in your puny hearts.
For when the moon goddess calls,
Our spirit must answer,
Our true face is shown
And you become prey.