The Lycan Within

I love the night,
The air in my hair.
They kiss of moisture on my skin,
I love sleeping outside.
Then it’s time,
I feel my skin burning.
Burning away my human essence,
I embrace the wolf within.
The wolf of the wild,
The wolf of honor and truth.
Into the night I run,
Running to find the pack.
A lone lycan will not survive,
You need a pack.
ARRROOOOO!
The pack calls me for the kill.
I find the ugly human only barely alive,
I bite into its jugular.
The red rubies flowing down my throat,
As I eat its beautiful flesh.
So this is what being wild is like,
It's like all my senses are open to the world.
It's so refreshing,
This is what it feels like to truly live.