We are WolvesWe are Wolves and We live for our Pack Together We hunt Together We fight Together We love For our Alpha For our Lady Moon For our Pups For each other Always, We will be true We are Wolves and We live for our PackWe are Wolves
FearWhat is fear? Is it something you can hear? Is it what caused the war? That made such a roar? Is it something less than zero That pulled at every hero? Is it what made him Kill his every kin? Is it here Each and every year? Does it bore into every heart? Like a tiny dart? A master of the evil art Is it something in the air? Or does it even care? Does it ring in every living being? Does it fear toFear
just like me and you?
Malice Is a CancerThere it sits A cruel blade in my hand Sharp as steel and cold as ice I feel its power growing within me as it waits This double edged sword, cutting through so many lands It away gnaws at my soul, like a festering pestilence of liceMalice Is a Cancer
It knows I am weak Tempting me with its fearful power Power to divide, to conquer, to destroy, never to defend It clouds my thoughts, making the whole world seem bleak My will alone has the strength to pluck out this hateful flower For if my liege The Lord of Hate should win, my world will end
By my own hands...
The Theif of The NightHave you seen that night time visage? Cloaked in raven’s shifting down, his nose sharply hooked and needle thin, touring the secret corners of the town. There’s naught a mystery, riddle, or trap, his deep wood mind can not map. His eyes, though you may never see, are beady black with brilliant symmetry. If you miss that shining gem or bauble, you can be sure that thief in the night, has rendered your pleasure to his lair. The raven man has taken flight, and left for you only air.The Theif of The Night
