Silent Howls (A Werewolf'S Tale)

Silent Howls

Moon's gleam flooding the dusk,
lightening the heavens and hell alike;
He feared no more as his spirit demised,
submitting to shadows, 
thinning the wike;

He has no soul to shed a tear,
for his first prey had bore their heir;
Memories haunt the maddened slave,
Again, Falls another twilight for the wolf to tear.