-THE PORTRAYAL OF THE LONE LYCAN-
Twas once the lycan, a beast who ran through nights wind with paw and claw, no home did he reside in. This beast unleashed carried with him the heart pure, though the hatred of him dragged it to darkness’s lure. Scorned and scathed he pressed on until the day that hate would send him beyond the world of the grave, thought him dead, struck down by those he once saved. Yet, not all was so tragic for though his body was all but dead, as his life hung by fate’s thread, was the love of one that brought him back, was the one who’s breath’s silent weeping sigh gave him the will to rise and attack. Slay them he did, salvation was nigh, but still one thing remained as contemplation set in under full moon night’s sky. Where is she, he thought, this one who doth committed such selfless patronage and disappeared into the thickness of mist? He roams now, seen ever free and alone, for no pack comfort him, no coven could keep him, no king command him, and no hunter track him. Enslaved until his true final resting day he seeks this peace, a peace unknown to those for whom he meets. A life led alone, no place of rest shall become his home...
