What stalks the night in deepest shadows,
yet sees the beauty of the dawn,
taking only those negatives
which haunt the world?
Look for one whose skin wears fur,
whose soul knows pain,
and beware the tempting fate
of offering up your flesh and blood.
Each night lost to the Beast within,
relishing the animalistic hunger,
which regrets twilight's brightening
mourning a smooth fleshed prison.
Beware the Wolf in Black Boots,
for before this night is out,
you will be either passion or prey.
Which it is, is up to you.
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