As A Wolf

Lurk.
Ferocity.
Some dignity, in my song.
Between the earth and the moon,
I, a noble beast, step down in the face of no one.
No one but myself.

I'm not angry, but proud,
Not lonely, but found...
In solitude, I wait,
Different moments to make.

I am the evil of so many stories,
I am the devil in disguise,
I am just another creature,
that tries its best to get by.

I am a wolf, but I'm not here to feed on your fear,
I am just a lonely ghost, screaming to the moon,
Because only lunar hears me,
And at night I show my truth, I show my song to the world,
But nothing will ever change,
Because I'll still be a nightmare to those who fear me. 

The End

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