Her black velvet cape,
Swayed gently in the wind,
Her pants stuck tight like tape,
As she stood immobile and sinnned,
The howls of transformtion,
Could be heard from the earth below,
The lycans snapped in motion,
Stalking the mortals in tow,
Screams and laughter befalled upon all,
Shrieks of warning and death,
Could be heard aswel as the lycan call,
Many mortals took what was their last breath,
A dark angel as she was,
Had no control of the Lycan rituals,
So she stood and watched all that was,
As the drips of blood turned into pools. |
