When wolves howl at the moon Are they praying to it? Their god's light in the dark
The Werewolf's mind is torn Cast out from masked creatures To the woods of known beasts
Storms often bring out truths The faces inside us This storm is no different
A downpour of red rain A gale of confusion Thunder of solitude
In the storm of his curse Does he pray for god's grace Or howl at the moon's light?