By the lemon yellow twilight of the pale moon
rises the eerie song of a sorrowful serenade
shattering the stillness of the night, offered like
prayers to the shining stars with their ever watchful eyes,
but no wishes will be granted tonight.
Warmth evaporates quickly into deathly cold
of the sanguine stained earth, for the bitter offering
of life stolen on the head of the hunter’s silver bolt,
while she dies within the arms of her alpha mate
his own heart torn from within his breast with her
last precious breath bestowed upon his face.
Upon this night a new vow is forged with
his eyes turning red from the growing rage
which eases away the pain, while his call tares
open the sky, from this point forever more he
pledges that the man within him may be
buried within her own grave.
And awaken the wolf to claim free reign
and shed the last remaining shackles of humanity
to spread the plague of death and terror
until vengeance at last be held within the jaws
that he may close his eyes for eternal sleep
by her side once the hunter’s blood is bitter
sweet upon his tongue.