The Forgotten Tale

 
The search kept on for a missing baby,
Muffled tears fall down from a depressed mother,
She believes maybe if maybe,
If I had not left my baby with that caring lady,
That one of whom I trusted with my dear child,
The search begins right that night in the wild,
The forest so large,
And the group so small,
Consisting of a handful of men and the mother,
They walk ever onward,
In hopes to find this lost child,
Alas a sound was heard,
A cry,
A thud,
A grinding noise,
The tearing of flesh,
The search party races to the noise,
But it is so dark,
So very very dark,
A cool breeze sets in,
The moon is full,
You cannot see further than your own face,
Yet you,
A loving mother,
Race towards the sound of your once crying baby,
Oh how the chills run up your spine,
It is so cold you can see your breath in the moonlight,
You look left,
Right,
You hear voices of the night,
Who is there,
Silence,
The search party scream,
Soft silent gurgling noises are all you can hear,
Whispers all around you,
You are trapped,
In a clearing by the trees,
The moonlight so cold,
All around you,
Giant beasts,
On all fours,
They surround you,
Howling at the moon,
Sharp teeth,
Drooling as they laugh,
About eight of them,
One has a baby in it's mouth,
My baby! My baby! You scream,
They laugh out loud,
They bite your throat,
Darkness surrounds you,
Your body turns cold,
Under the moonlight you rest,

We are Lycans, We are real.