Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Hunted

Due to the circumstances
Of the curse
Of the Loup Garou
The Wolvish birth
Others have hated me
Called me an outsider
Or worse
Since my time as a child
The dark tidings
Of racial hatred
Longed to steal
My joy inside
To take what was in my heart
What I knew was true
In my mind
For I am the hunted
I am the true son of the Wild
I have walked full reach
Of the distant marches
For the king
I live the life of honor
Without defile
Despite the accusations
That I am a beast
And that I hunt flesh
That I eat men
Raised by the hand of humans
I am the son of the wolf
But I am the child of man
And I am noble