Another old poem

She of the Blood

He who strays in the forest at late
Becomes like a worm on a hook for bait
When the moon is full and the sky is black
He will soon discover the courage he lacks

The prayers you utter will all be in vain
For no one escapes the Blood and the Pain
The Devil herself is manifest
In the very core of the werewolf's breast

And she comes at night, when you wander dumb
Under the trees like you're under her thumb
She senses your fear, she smells your heart
She'll rip you to shreds, she'll tear you apart

The wolf is her family, the human her feast,
She who is born from the blood of the Beast.

Do you see how we got our bad reputation? From ignorant people who have something against anything thats different. I'll be honest this is the exact reason that humans make me so mad, you take something beautiful and natural and turn it into something sick and terrible. The wolf is her family the human her feast???? WHAT? Yes the wolf is PART of our family, but we don't eat humans that's like cannibalism. EWWW. Born of Blood and Beast...beast no, werewolf yes, blood no. I don't even know where people get this stuff. AGH