Werewolf

In shadowed woods where whispers weave,  

A restless spirit stirs and grieves,  

Beneath the full moon's silver light,  

The howls emerge, heralding night.  

Flesh and fur, a haunting blend,  

A cursed line I can't transcend,  

Once a man, now a beast unchained,  

In this wild dance of joy and pain.  

The scent of pine, the rustling leaves,  

Awakens instincts that never leave,  

In the silence, the heartbeat thunders,  

The hunter wakes, the prey now sundered.  

With it's every step, the earth quakes,  

A pulse of power, with each breath it takes,  

The world transforms in the midnight hour,  

Lost in the grip of primal power.  

Yet beneath the fur, the heart still aches,  

A longing for love that solitude breaks,  

In the gleam of eyes that pierce the dark,  

Lies the flicker of a forgotten spark.  

Come dawn, I'll hide my scars away,  

A fragile man in the light of day,  

But when the moon calls, I'll run once more,  

A wild spirit locked at destiny's door.  

In this dual life, I find my song,  

A creature of night where I belong,  

Forever torn between two sides,  

In the shadowed howl, my essence resides.