Shunned amongst the Lycan tribes;
The great betrayers of faith.
We bear the mark of our sinful past
This ancient scar of hate.
We wear it proudly upon our backs
The fur that's ashen grey.
The sign that we have sold our kin
To live another day...
We werewolves live as tyrant beings;
Immortal as we please...
But we alone are forced to bear
This fetid filthy disease.
It eats away at flesh and bone
Until all that's left is sludge.
Lost alone in horrid pain;
Through empty days we trudge.
But we have learnt a secret way
To stop our bitter end...
As long as we can steal a pup
From our blessed neighbour's den.
The Thunder Wolves, the Shadow Hunters
It matters not the choice.
As long as we can feast on flesh
We alone rejoice!
The trembling change that overcomes
It charges through our frame.
Granted now unholy strength;
We howl in the rain...
We are Greybacks, Traitors all!
But you have made us thus.
Now we shall begin our vengeance
And you will sate our lust...
"To the brothers and sisters who abandoned us; we shall bathe in blood..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th March 2012
I appreciate any sort of criticism on my writing; please, anything will make my day.
~Be Real
