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

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