Veins of silver, Line the wall, As flaming braziers, Light the hall. From somewhere, A great distance away, Someone calls, "Don't go, please stay." And it seems, That however bright, These torches flare, There's not enough light. And now I fear, There never will, For me to see, Beyond the kill. If I seem, Too far gone Just wait for me, Wait for dawn. I now realize, That, that darkened hall, Is my forsaken life At the end of the pall.
The throbbing inside, My gaunt skull, Grows greater and greater, And so does the pull. The kill in me, It grows too great, So away from me, Till my thirst, I sate. Until dawns bright rays, Make me myself, Until dawns bright sun, Preserves your health. For those of my kin My kind, my brethren, The lycanthrope, At dark are evil again. How odd it seems, That the bright lunar satellite, Casts her rays of pale radiance, But at the same, instills death and fright. For once I’m touched, By the sun’s vivid rays, I revert to that which I am, I’m human by day.Evan Penn, Lycanthrope. |
(Bah...quoi? x'))
(Une chose est sure...ne tentez pas de taper un lapin,vous pourriez le regretter...:') )
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