The Dark Lycan

On this rock high up and out of your way is where I choose to stand.
The darkest of the wolves, my cool blue eyes watch over the land.

My cool regard for the silence of night and the moons blessed glow.
Rare occasions I come down to see you all as I trudge through snow.

Sleek fur ripples through the nights whispering breeze.
Feel the freedom through my body as I run through the trees.

Lunging with power through the bushes and over streams.
I'm at peace with my self as my heart beats and the moon shine beams.

I stop look and listen, my sences tingle as my noise twitches in the air.
Things ever changing around me not that I should care.

Soon aproaching the civilization, the land you call home.
I stand up tall transforming into a man well built and fully grown.

Dark hair blowing softly in the wind as I step forward to meet the hustle and bustle.
Warm skin and a ruggard face a man so dark and mysterious built full of muscle.

Revealing quite proudly from the shadows of the moonlight night.
A man with two ears and a wolf tail step into sight.