Connor J Sheffield

Ballad of the Lycanthrope

The fur breaks through

It rips my skin

Have you ever heard

The full moon sing?

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Such music

Such bliss

Yet a curse

Amongst all this

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I am a slave

To natures light

Human by day

A beast

By night

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Listen to me howl

Singing to the moon

My ballad of suffering

Praying that it all ends soon

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I cry out to the heavens

Why must I live this curse

A hunger I cannot control

A temper ready to burst

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A man may become a wolf

The wolf may return to man

But the scars remain

The pain is the same

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The fur breaks through

It rips my skin

Have you ever heard

The full moon sing?