He walked the earth with wolf’s skin,
keeping his true self within.
No one knows what he truly is,
he tells no lie of his demons that live within.
He keeps his coffin where no one dears to walk
not in a grave but in a castle known for death.
He has no choice, he needs to feed,
leaving nothing but flesh and bone.
Taking only life’s blood and energy
taking with him what he carves;
to live again out of his grave
and to have no need, or lustful thought.
His heart would beat with life and blood,
his skin would be warm with a mortals fear.
Keeping his demons at bay leaving them in their hell
where they came from so long ago.
But he needs to die before he can live again
and leave behind his wolf’s skin.